Do you still think of me?
I’ve always been a free spirit
A slave to no one
To nothing
Except the thought of you
I guess that’s real friendship
Being unable to let go
Like the same thread
Used across a hundred tapestries
Will you always weave through
The changes in my life?
Maybe it’s alright to feel this way.
Maybe this is the true way of things.
The way of human beings since we’ve been around,
but have always been afraid to talk about.
Maybe every connection is special and unique and can never be replaced.
Maybe we err when we try to replace them.
Maybe we’re doing it all wrong.
Am I?
Here on the bottom
We treasure every breath
And share each one
We’ve been here before
Walking these subterranean depths
We navigated them back then
Is this really any different?
This time
There is no chart
No compass
No clear cut dreams
Love is lost
Yet friendship can live
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