If
If one human loved another
as much as we loved you,
it could be spoken of and
written about, with boundless
passion, for a million years
and never be enough. For
devotion such as yours endures
throughout the eons yet to come.
So, gentle friends touch lightly now
the subtle threads of life and
timeless time through which we
daily wander and know we long for
just one thing: to be with all of you
again—to play and hear you call
our name—and finally then to
realize we'll nevermore Be parted.
May that day come soon.
Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2020
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