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Poetry: Dear Friend




 

DEAR FRIEND





It seems like it’s been years
Since we last heard from each other
When it’s only been one hundred days
And twenty
Since the last time we talked
Since you gave me advice, and I listened
Since you showed me your work, and I opined


THEY NEVER UNDERSTOOD US
But we scarcely cared
Ours was a spiritual relationship-
God gave me you
The three years of our friendship
I’ll always look back on with fondness
Is this the end?
Are we taking a break?

I do not know
What I do know is this-
I will never stop caring about you
I’ll never stop praying for you
I hope you find what you seek
While you are still IRREPLACEABLE

I hope you come back

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