Dear Friend.

Honey. :)

Today, I saw him again,
And in the tangled web of actions and emotions,
He smiled at me and waved.
Thirty seconds it took me to catch my breath,
Another Thirty to fully recover.
He screamed my name, and I remember he said,
'Friend, just come over '.
I looked at him and he stood there,
Smiling like a child.
It made even breathing, hard for me.
Sweet heavens! Oh that smile.
He pulled me away, in that broken down bus stop,
To drive me away from those rushing cars.
Why? Oh hell why? Is beauty so treacherous.
For all it leaves are scars.
But fuck that, it doesn't matter,
Because the moment I saw it,
It was all crystal clear.
I saw colours, honey it was,
As the wind moved his hair.
I swear my heart has never beated that loud,
At that second it was all fair.
Honey, when he looked at me straight,
And told of all the times we failed.
Hazel, when he swayed his head,
Trying to hide his smile.
Green, twinkled at the corner of his eye,
As the sun rays gloried on them.
Lilac, as he turned back at the crossing,
Hearing me call his name.
A tinge of red when we spoke of past lovers,
And an elusive shade of pink when we mocked them away.
I could witness it a thousand times over,
And I wouldn't have had it in any other way.
I fell for the green, it came and went,
As the sun we stole form the sky.
And that honey, that stayed all day.
Beauty, so treacherous, Oh why?
He had mentioned the name, of a comment friend,
And then changed it to a joke.
Maybe he felt the trembling of my fingertips,
Or the way I spoke.
And there he was sitting by me just as I had known,
That very old friend of mine.
And yet he made me fall for all the colours I had seen,
In the blink of his eye.
Enciphering, all the blank notes,
We laughed and laughed and laughed. We had been through, through sickness and joy,
Till time did us apart.
And flashing through my mind, his laughter
His voice, had mingled with my spirit.
I would have embraced him just, then and there,
If only time could permit.
Pulling my head closer to his, he whispered in my ear,
'we will meet again old friend '.
I can still feel his warm breath on my cheeks,
I must have said, "Yes, friend, again".