Sister Friend
The day is rough
As hours go by.
The day is tough
My tears are dry.
Weeks are months, years.
I miss you friend.
The night is dark.
Heart is silent.
The night is stark;
Feelings, violent.
I miss your heart.
I miss you friend.
I miss the times we leaned then
Upon each others’ strengths.
I miss the songs we used to pen
And sing and sing at length.
I miss the heart I felt like mine
I miss the us that was that time.
Time goes on and changes things
I understand but I miss the strings
Of guitars and of laughs we shared
I miss knowing now, just how you fare.
I spoke my mind.
You listened well.
A friend in kind;
Same tale to tell.
Sisters redesigned.
I thank you, friend.
Kathy Adams 2012
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