In the Comfort of Your Memory
Because of you I will engage
In a futile, vain attempt,
To put in words upon this page
What loving you has meant.
Through miles between unmeasured
And the boundaries of time,
You’ve been my greatest treasure
In the back roads of my mind.
Since we were young and so unyielding
And impatient to hold on,
To what we both were feeling
That eternal, behemoth bond.
That comes but once a lifetime
And ends but never more,
Not every verse ends up in rhyme
Nor fairness even scored.
Somehow we turned one winter night
With neither one suspecting,
Cold winds cutting like a knife
And destines bisecting.
Into the snow and ice I steered
Off to find my soul,
All the while you cried your tears
For a love that lost its hold.
Though that’s a lie in waiting
If true love exists at all,
These words are well worth stating:
I still can hear your call.
Late at night with moon and stars
And comets flying by,
And morning when I think how far’s
The separation between you and I.
Not knowing if I’ll ever see
Your smiling face again,
Like a gentle breeze I feel set free
In the comfort of your memory, dear friend.
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