A chance meeting, a brief conversation

Finding Hope Ness

I Remember,

It was September,

Some place, Some years ago.

You and I were friends.

More, one might say.

But we had no time for love then.

And now?

Now there is no time for anything.

– Bruce Frankland McNichol  1923-1970, in loving remembrance

I got your message, and I trust you got away okay

Peculiar, how you came to mind tonight

Forty-seven years later

A lifetime, your lifetime, to the day

I’ll be along after a while

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