Always Friend

An always journey, I leave self behind to seek thy space, as if not comprehend and all the more I see - the more is then thy face, thy face, an always, always friend. Oh, that the earth could turn to bring thee then as close as its become, to recommend. Thy grossness in my mind does wish for tend, but it is space ...intriguing as its bend. Has nothing been worth more to apprehend, then that confine, thee missing, always friend, a look away - a glance, and then a mend but clearly, somewhere, still so unattend - Then sadness breeches, closing my pretend, you are but elsewhere, elsewhere - where my friend?