My Long Lost Friend
The mem’ries of my long lost friend, who took
Me out of my woeful misery, fled
Into the unknown, leaving words unsaid
A mystery. I would constantly look
Back at the past, picturing the blue book
That you wrote of our adventures; I read
It before and I laid it on my bed.
I’ll always have it to read by the brook.
My weeping heart aches for your soon return,
But I know—deep inside—that will never
Be. And even though we may be apart,
Through all the tribulations, I have learned
Our cherished love can never be severed
And forever will you be in my heart.
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