Tuesday, June 24, 2008

To a Friend

I am glad we talked last night, you and I.
Before those words in the darkness the distance melted away
And months of silence, of doubts, dissolved.
And we were younger, and friends, again.

I have cared, and cried, and raved:
Wished for you when you weren’t there,
Pushed you away when you were,
Yet you always came around again.

And that is what I remember most of all:
That is what I want to keep.
That is what separates a friend from all others:
That he hurt and hurt me back, that he didn’t understand, yet stayed.

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