It’s been years since we last spoke,
trepidation and remorseful were displayed
when hello was whispered at first.
An argument was spewed
and ended the line of friendship,
childish in nature, what a waste
saying goodbye would be long-lasting.
Capturing the moment of laughter
that was felt in the winds of the streets,
candles immersed with the touch we shared.
If time could be still, one would return
back in fully enjoy those moments of
laughter, sadness, tears, yelling, and disappointments,
to be in your presence once again.
The teardrops planted the garden
of orchids of your memories.
Copiously decorated with your love,
as I enter the cemetery, looking for
your burial site while recanting our
conversations.
Could one ever hold those moments,
kisses, with the melodious rhythm
that sailed in one’s heart, when
smiles were endless in your presence.
There was no rain, storm, hurricane,
an earthquake that could break this bond,
of friendship.
Rose petals were courageous
as you spun and captured
the essence of your flowers.
As one place a tribute to your absence,
one kneels and says, thank you
for being a beacon of love in my heart.
One continues to live in your tribute and
legacy of your wonderous spirit.
May your sacred heart, love, and peaceful
nature be at rest.
Love you!
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