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Click hereMy special friend stands in front of me,
his heart open like a book.
The pages worn and weary,
waiting for me to take a look.
My fingers touch his face,
and glide along his skin.
Never resting for a moment,
just reaching deeply in.
Touching souls we have,
separated by life's cruel fate.
Holding on to words and phrases,
never knowing we were late.
Twisted turns, and rambling roads
both of us astray.
Lives lived in different times,
and in different ways.
Looking toward the future,
grasping what we can.
Each one of us not knowing,
but try to understand.
Destiny, fate or circumstance,
never knowing which it was.
Drove me to the greatest heights,
and left me there in love.
My special friend stands there now,
eyes looking back at me.
Holding gazes locked in time
waiting for our dream.
That time, space, and distance cannot rip asunder. How beautiful. Thank You. Ronnie W.
My special friend stands there now,
eyes looking back at me.
Holding gazes locked in time
waiting for our dream.
This was a lovely ending. Without consistent meter in the poem, I thought it flowed along smoothly. Be careful of commas that aren't needed. I believe the line breaks were good enough for a pause if that's why you were using them. You put out a very good poem.
Thanks for the read.