Months feel like years without blood
Losing my closest comrade
Yet living right next to them
Split by faith of ironclad
Each others' sidekick absent
One continued on, believing
The other left, on her own
Pulling basket from weaving
Tonight I have a sister
The chum I missed so dearly
Illuminating my heart
Written for her, sincerely
I do so hope my friend stays
Grow old, become golden girls
Wouldn't that, just be lovely?
A clam abounding with pearls
8/8/13
YOU ARE READING
Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
