Lauren B Called

(Motown)

Always


Undiluted.....unprepared
For thoughts of him today
Always such a good friend
Didn't plan to fall that way
Remember him looking over his coffee
Softly said 'Not me'
So right he wasn't like the others
Living honestly and clean
I almost was his dark period
The possible spot
That would have left a stain
The part of his beautiful life
Unable to scrub clean
Instead became a memory
Slate as clean as snow
Never wanted anything more for myself
Made the right choice and let go
Never met anyone like him before
Doubt I will ever again
Sometimes it hurts to remember
He was always such a good friend

Submitted: Sunday, January 12, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 13, 2014

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