Ernest and Emily
I sip and ponder Ernest-ly
Across the table from me
I reach out and
touch Emily's hand
My friends
I truly understand
Time and space
The table
But dears
I see each face
You're present right
before me now
As words written
can allow
I hear your tears
Across the years
I cry with you
your words ring true
I reach out across the table
only as I'm able
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