the touch you've left behind
like the mosaic in your skin
whispers happy memories
of times when life was innocence.
i want to hold your hand
be your best friend again
but the worlds that separate
loom as large as the distant setting sun.
the years that look so dark between us
mean nothing as you teach me what you've learned.
but now, i am sure that i have become what i am
because you were always there, watching.
although i am aware that i can never learn enough-
not all the secrets.
not all the happiness.
not all the beauty of life.
although i'll never see it all-
i know that you'll be somewhere-
somewhere near or far-
waiting.
waiting.
with all the words
i know you'll say.
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