A friend not so near.

     A friend not so near.

  I walked passed that coffee shop,

You know the one on Stamford street,

The one we used to go to,

When we were growing up.

  I saw an adorable couple there,

Laughing, holding hands, do you remember,

When we spent that entire day,

Just watching the world go by?

  I smiled to myself all afternoon,

Glad of a little chance to wallow,

In memories of ways things used to be,

And then I hurried home to you.

  I found it strangely reflective,

To be going to a time where love,

Was always first thought of our day,

Long before, you know, what can I say?
   I rushed home, suddenly alive again,

So many things I have wanted to,

Share, and to discuss with you darling,

So many ways I wanted to be near.

  I saw the streets litter strewn,

A gate needing some long ago repair,

Window broken, like my tiny heart,

And the message on the worktop.

  I filled up with salty tears,

As I reflected once more, admired

The thoughtfulness you had shown,

All throughout our lives together.

  I had wanted for nothing at all,

My life was a testament to joy,

You filled my every waking hour,

And those night time ones as well.

  I cried for all my memories,

Of how gorgeous I felt in your arms,

The way my eyes could glow so bright,

As you caressed me throughout the night.

  I remembered I've been here before,

On the floor beside your note,

A bitter pill to cause me awkward pain,

Because of the beautiful things you wrote.

  I know that we will meet again,

On a golden paradise beach in sun,

One day when I come home to you,

In heaven where we'll be as one.

Written for a friend.
Michelle Bates of Rotherham