Prompt Four (4): My Dearest . . .

My Dearest …,

We have this place…unseen by most;

We have this bond…since we were born.

We spent the years…apart;

We promised we’d meet…near this end.

As my middle years…come to me hard;

Your senior years…harder still;

Will you allow me in…or have you chose;

To leave me here…alone to deal?

Please tell me you remember…at least, a bit;

I remember it all…and wonder why.

If I am to tell the story…and no one recalls;

Then, why will it matter…to one who is left;

alone to share?

Please return to me…share what we will;

For a moment is enough…then never, at all.

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