Whispered memories of a time long past.
Funny how some things are just meant to last.
Every time we meet, it's like you were never gone.
Talking and laughing until dawn.
Nostalgia indulged, the clock spins back.
Reliving the days when we ran with our pack.
The years melt away and you keep me young.
A good friend is one of life's greatest blessings unsung.
Bringing the joy a simpler time,
Today with its stress disappears on a dime.
It's so good to have you here.
It's just the same whenever you're near.
It means the world to have a lifelong friend,
And know that such treasure will never end.
About the Creator
Dee Meinville
"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."- Mr. Knightley, Austen's Emma
Struggling med student, tortured soul (what poetess isn't), devoutly Catholic. I write to express what goes unsaid and to stand for the voiceless.
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