I haven’t heard from you
Like I wanted to
The sounds of make believe
Each lonely broken leaf
Nobody gets to see
Trying to break free
Moments of empty space
Lines too desperate to trace
What are we doing here
What are we fighting for
What are we seeing clear
What are we missing here
What is this all about
What is this fear and doubt
What are we seeing clear
What are we missing here
I haven’t heard from you
In a year or two
The memories that disappear
What are we missing here
What are we missing here
©9/11/2020 Bruce Clifford
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