Friend

Turned around
Every time I think
about your touch
I sighed aloud
Oblivious to those
around
Because I can only
hear your breath
in my ear,
feel your hand
on my shoulder,
My mind a continuous
clip,
sandal scent
or the touch of your lip
to my sleeping cheek
You're the beginning
and end of my week
The light of my day's without
end
I am hopelessly yours my
best friend
To write, run or dance
or define a romance
For pleasure in song
Moments each
inked for eternity's review
No matter how few
Precious that they were spent
living with you

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