there is a reason,
though difficult to do,
allowing the loss of love
to leave your life

as your patent soul parks itself
you often painfully pause to ponder,
praying, “dear God”
make all this just...fade away

but truth, at times, paves a stony trail,
all those years together you still feels the same
but soon you'll see, to cease that wind
that whispering voice, so you may mend

and as you wade through these emotive waves,
this passing storm inside your soul
i ask once again to call me, ‘friend’
to give comfort with a shoulder or a grin?

for soon this steep and narrowed path
as time takes you to that storied pass
to clear and bright new you,
with laughter. as the blues bids 'adieu'

i hope you know, though long ago,
i was a friend who held you so
now i vow, in weather fair or foul,
i'll help you, dear,
to the pass, to peer,
as friends forever
to the end
which always near

07/10/2009

Posted on 07/10/2009
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