Cards

Cards I would write, and draw... and make a card every day, if I thought it would lesson the distance between us by only an inch. I would keep writing and drawing, in an effort to make it a mile, then two and three and so on. I miss you. I think of you every day, my friend. I think of you to brighten life. Sometimes it is dark, because you are not here. But the very thought, of your presence, helps me to see, the storm will clear and all will be okay, in the end. It is as you have always said, we are friends, without boundaries, of time, and space... There is no moment I am truly on my own, as I have been gifted with being loved, and considered... more than I am, or ever was by someone that makes me laugh, and lets me, make them laugh in return. I miss you. Did I write that?