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Ode to a very special friend

Memory will tell of words
Which we could not say
Words mixed with feelings
Would not make you stay

You have a life
One I could not fight
We shared the temperaments of love
Those issues our tender hearts couldn’t solve

Time and time again
You will be here
Here in my heart
While you are there
Far and away


Our journey ended where it began
But our lives must continue
From where it severed

Sometimes we meet people
Sometimes people meet us
It is not the same
The rules change every time

Sometimes we make our friends
Sometimes our friends make us
It is never a game
For it is never the same

Time and time again
You will be here
Here in my heart
While you are there
Far and away

No matter how brief the moments were
They were the best of times with you
Times money would dare not buy
Moments alone in our carved world

We both fumbled, yet our love didn’t crumble
You were right, I was wrong
You left the marks
I couldn’t trace it
You left the door open
I couldn’t come in
I waited outside
Till a stranger came in
To take away what belonged to us

Time and time again
You will be here
Here in my heart
While you are there
Far and away

Maybe we are meant to be
Maybe not
We did speak the love words
Those words sharper than a two-edged sword
It did cut our hearts
But our love it couldn’t shut

We did our parts
We took the separate noble paths
As the journey is, so is our lives
Love is always a narrow path
Life is always a rough path
Death is always a tough path

Time and time again
You will always be here
Here in my heart
While you are there
Far and away
There with him.

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