The Friend I Never Had…

My friend had never appeared,

The one I sought for so long,

The one I dreamed of philosophizing with.

The one to walk and talk the night away,

Forgetting hours.

So many days I walked alone with my dog,

Often pausing at a corner.

A look here.

A look there.

Not even an imaginary companion

To fill the gap.

Such a conundrum,

This appearance idea,

Trying to critically think through

The world we see in our head,

Verses the one we deal with daily.

So difficult to tell apart

When searching for that special friend

To debate the dilemma.

Heraclitus and his “unity of opposites” theory

Goaded me constantly

Trying to make me remember more

As I stepped on the dogs paw.

For what reason

I knew not,

But you yourself appeared lost

Stealing a glance

Enticing my return of attention

As just missing the rough,

You careened back across the path

On your rollerblades.

Only gone for a spell,

For you turned out to be

The friend I never had…

Later.