That Time

That time was not wasted.

The wasted one was me.

I was searching for something somewhere.

In a place no one could see.

I know it didn’t look too pretty.

That time you said goodbye.

There was drama and some cursing.

And a lack of reasons why.

That time when I was learning.

About life and this and that.

The path it wasn’t beaten down.

Its just place where I was at.

Dennis Mantin

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