Thanks
This is to you, Josh.
This is for you,
because you were there.
You were there when I needed you,
when I was in pain,
while I was hurting,
you put your arm around me,
rubbed my arm sympathetically,
and did not say a word.
That simple action,
that single gesture
told me that everything would be all right.
That you would help me through my life,
being there at every turn,
showing up at the right moments,
like you did Saturday night.
At first sight of you, I thought you were cute
You still are.
But as I got to know you,
the real you, in all your entirety,
I found that I was not worthy to love you.
We are but friends, but good friends
Friends who are there for each other
in their time of need
in their moment of pain
in their period of sorrow.
"Friends Are Friends Forever"
Sang the voices around me
And I thought of my friends,
my friends who had left me
to see them scarcely, to hardly remember them
to almost forget them.
But I do not forget them,
for every time I hear that song,
that song of joy and pain,
that melody filled with memories,
I remember them.
As I will always remember you.
I will always see you
until the day we die.
I will see you forever
every month, at every meeting.
And we will talk as if casual friends,
normal during the meeting.
But, as it draws to a close yet another time,
you put your arm around my shoulders once more
and I put my hand in yours,
and we cry.
We cry for lost friends,
lost memories,
lost chances,
times never to forget,
and people never to remember.
We cry for parting,
for leaving,
for never seeing again.
We cry for deaths,
attempted suicides,
and how God reminded us each and every time
that we are on Earth for a special reason
which will be revealed to us at the right time.
And that hope,
that tiny shred of light that fills our souls,
is what keeps us going from day to day.
But, nestled here in your chest,
Josh, I have to say
that though all our troubles,
our confessions, our worries,
our pains, our sorrows,
our fears, and our joys,
that ever since I first laid eyes on you,
I was right, because I can love you.
I can love you for who you are,
who We are.
And that God will keep us together,
if only as friends.
And, as a friend and as more than an acquaintance,
my heart, filled with the Trinity,
says, shouts, yells
that I do love you.
As I will forevermore.
CandyCaneCar
March 1997
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