My Friend

Been a while,
A wave of your hand,
A pat on my shoulder,
A twinkle in your eyes.

Our conversations,
Short and sweet,
On the go and otherwise,
Is something that I will cherish.

Like the wind in the bell,
Like the dew in the morning,
Like the yellow of the flower,
Like the smell of rain.

Now the bell is silent,
The dew is gone,
The flower has but faded,
The moisture is all but not there.

I feel full,
I feel nourished,
I feel safe,
I feel you within.

Not yet,
Some other time,
Some other place,
We will meet, my friend.

Until then…

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