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Once

Once, a long time ago, you promised
promised that you'd be here forever
promised that nothing could separate us
promised that we would never be farther then right here
promised that we could hold hands through every trouble every joy

Once, a long time ago, you said
said that I would always be in your heart
said that you would never ever stop talking to me
said that this would last forever and beyond
said that a blank space would be the worst to come between us

Once, a long time ago, we were together
together in the universe
together in the oceans
together in the sky
together on Earth
together in my heart and yours

Then everything
all wiped out
what separated us first
was the great blue sea
and thousands of miles of journey
emails flying back and forth
expressing tears of sorrow

Then what was left
was stolen too
what separated us then
was the blank white space
the only thing that could come between us
silence that echoed everywhere
expressing only something lost

With nothing left
what can I do?
Cry over pictures of you
grieve over your old emails
lie thinking in bed of your smile
what happened to those promises
that come down to the plain white fact
I don't know what you look like now?
Any knowledge of you
all memories,
history,
changeable lights
who are you now?

Once and still I wish if I could ask you
where have you gone
and where have I gone
where and when has all this flown away?

'Cause I wish I could reach into the sky
pluck your promises from the blue
shake your words back onto us
reform that together, that beautiful together

'Cause between joy
comes pains of longing
of sadness and yearning
why, oh why, has this all happened?
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  1. AnonymousApril 28, 2011 at 8:19 PM

    beautiful, simply beautiful. I cannot put into words how much I miss Xiao. And the sad thing is, however much I miss Xiao, you can still find ways miss her 1000 times more, but thats what best friends were for right? You will always be waiting for Xiao to come back, and maybe some day she will contact us. Who knows?

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  2. Eleanor ShieldsJanuary 29, 2013 at 6:40 PM

    Holy crap Carol...what a weird comment that weird "EllishRelishEllishnor" posted...I feel like such a cheeseball..(I think we can forgive my 7th grade self..right?)
    But still..thats a great poem. :O

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