For Mary Cavagnaro
When you saw me...
Your stories are amazing,
Filled with fantasy and lore...
EVERYDAY I WAKE UP AND LOOK FOR ANOTHER BRIGHT...
I HOPE THAT I WILL NO LONGER FEEL THIS EMPTINESS...
Purely platonic with no regard for an age
Having poetic passion for sharing an art...
Once again I sit here writing this,
And once again my vision blurs...
I don't want you to get mad at me,
For what I'm about to say...
Don't be sad, my friend
there is so much to do than pout...
She use to love me
The same way she loves you...
The first day of school
it was tough and quiet...
Friends is what we are
But we have taken that title too far...
Look at me and see. Where I am.
Yet I'm so free 25 years on...
Be us near . Be us far We always know where we are...
Friends now . Friends then n forever more...