To forgotten (or almost forgotten) friend

A simple silver heart; a simple band of gold

Given to some one, from another passing by

A token gift of old

Life speeds up and then it drags along

Until all at once it suddenly speeds on by

And than it is gone

Always meaning to right all our Wrongs

But, yet forgotten

Forgetting the words to every song

While looking through my belongings just the other day

I found a simple little note; of love that was tossed away

With some simple little things attached to it yet still today

With several strips of yellowed transparent tape

Two penny's, a little silver cross

And what looked to be a gum-ball ring

As I begun to read aloud this note

Of luck and love

I began to sob, so uncontrollably

I had to put it down and wipe my tears away

But, yet somehow it always ended up in front of me

This happened for several days

I knew this note O’ so well, for early on in our relationship

It meant more to me, then you will ever know

I had all but, forgotten it; your soul

Until I verbalized those first few sentences

”Your words, not mine” from another time

Then as a hot and glowing poker, from the fire

I was withdrawn

The steam it finally vented from me

Why did these things you wrote to me

Have no more place in thee?

Why am I a memory to you?

And why are you, but a dream too me?

You expressed yourself so cleverly way back when, and then

Now suddenly why, all of this mystery?

But, yet worse then this, and still

Is the silence in your eyes, and you

The words you will not speak; no, not one wink

The wheat penny, that is worth more than a single cent; you were…

You are worth more then gold to me

Even much more than platinum, you truly are!

The other penny a little stamping of JFK right behind the President

You said: “I would always have some one standing right beside of me”

But yet, I stand alone and still