LOSING TOUCH (For Mary)

by Gary Jurechka   Jan 11, 2006


She used to make me coffee,
she used to make me meals,
we used to talk deep into the night,
or go for car rides, just spinning our wheels.

But the times they have changed
and situations have rearranged,
on the road to pursuits of happiness
sometimes good friends become estranged.

circa 1991-1993(?)

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