Hello again old freind of mine,
I lost your number in my rush.
I should have called,
I could have asked,
But something always got there first.
I don't know how I came to be here.
Something made me change my route.
So here I stand,
Before a stone,
You watched my back,
And when I could have held your hand,
You took it on your own.
There's so much I have to say.
So much that would make you smile.
We laughed so hard
When times were tough.
You took the time to let me know,
But time was gone before they said,
But to me you are not dead,
As long as I return to here
And share my thoughts with you.
PB 18 May 2003
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