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Ode to my very special friend

Memory tells of words
Which we could not say
words mixed with feelings, won't make you stay
You have a life,
One I could not fight
we share the temperaments of love
Those issues our tender hearts couldn't solve
Time and time again,
you'll 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 we severed
Sometimes we meet people, sometimes people meet us
it is not the same,
the rule changes every time
Sometimes we make our friends,
Sometimes our friends make us
it is never a game,
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,
they were the best of times with you
Times money cannot buy
Moments alone in our own carved world
We both fumbled,
yet our love did not crumble
You were right, I was wrong
You left the marks, i couldn't trace it
You left the door opened
I couldn't come in
I waited outside
Till a stranger came in
To take away what belongs to us
Time and time again
You will be here
Here in my heart
While you are there
Far and away
May be we are meant to be, maybe not
We did speak the love words
Those words sharper than two edged swords
It did cut our hearts
But our love, it couldn't shut
We did our parts,
we took separate 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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