James B. Earley - Distant Haze

There was a knock upon my door
…In…the light…was she
Grab your coat and in the rain
Come take a walk with me

So many times we’d hop the bus
To…A faraway…picture show
Days of Summer we’d take our poles
…And fishing…we would go

We’d sit atop the earthen bank
…Reflections in…the rippling…water
Laughing and talking…the two of us
…Without…romance…to bother

Graduation night…A distant haze
I’ve struggled with…so much
…The day…we went....our separate way
And failed to keep in touch

…Inquiring…of her…sometime ago
From a relative I chanced to meet
'A prostitute…on drugs…she is
……….Working…some city street'

Stinging words…….in that reply
An avalanche…of tears…inside
The pain of which I won’t deny
And now…I hear....that she....has died

If perchance…it was…her darkest hour
…When that path......she chose......to take
Then…may God please…forgive…the call
………..The call……I failed…to make

James B. Earley

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