My Dearest Friend
You, the one I always knew
Was meant to be my dearest friend,
If only I had listened too,
We might have made it, me and you.
It’s not too late to make amends,
For that to work it does take two,
We are the only ones that can,
Bring this distance to an end.
The search for closeness is not new,
And all the things that might have been,
Let’s walk some miles, me and you,
Hard souled bottom, shoe to shoe.
No more dreaming about when,
Come home soon my dearest friend.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2015
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