To the truest of friends that I’ve met thus far,
May God travel with you wherever you are.
Know that I care, and in spirit am there,
regardless of whether I am present, I am Dear.
For when you think of me, I am thinking of you too.
And when you are missing me, I am surely missing you.
As my life alters greatly now, rearranging me back to my former self,
I remember all the times we shared, imagining that we were there.
I long to hold you through the night, to let you sleep when stresses fight.
To love you through the lonely times, and make you feel your worth, such mirth.
Perhaps I should not hold such hope, but I still hold out that fate had us meet.
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