The Friend

The one friend who waits for me
The one friend who I cannot see.
The one friend who’s voice I can’t hear
The one friend who is so far yet so near.
My pen cannot accurately describe
The feelings I’ve developed in time.
I pray my words do not go unheard
And the poem I write here is not absurd.
As I sit here gazing at the moon
I hope that I will see you soon.
As I lay here glancing at the empyrean stars
I can only hope you are watching with me from afar.
The daemons of life provoke me to sadden
You edify me with your penchant for Latin.
Please forgive me for all the grief I’ve brought
For it was only your happiness that I sought.
As I sit here writing this poem with tears
Hopefully your love will mitigate my fears.
I wait here patiently for that special day
Where on the lovely green we will promenade.
But for now you are my friend who waits, you see
You are the friend who means the world to me.
Category:Poetry