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This poem was written by a friend. Craig,
I don't know where you are, but your poem still lives.
Even though she broke your heart all those years ago,
it produced a beautiful poem.



Starring at a moon,
a different moon,
It is a moon of empty,
lonely cries of one
man needing to be
loved, lusted, needed,
By a person whom
once made him whole
Made him pure
Made him happy.

Now this same man
has his pride, his self being,
and his hopes and dreams,
But these things mean nothing
without her, but keep in mind
that he may have that again......Soon
Craig E.