My Dear Friend

I journeyed into Mist burdened mountains Along wet and slippery roads Bunya pines And Flame tress Burning bright To reconnect With an old friend She is An Artist A Designer A beautiful Person A heart of gold A heart for art We shared a dream For a collaborative piece Her space An old cheese factory Clad in vines Weathered by time Part candle factory I walk the rainbow isle's And inquired Of a man "You mean, your friend ? She died, just before Covid Hit by a car I am sorry' I felt Instant guilt Shame For not keeping A connection In life In death In the end For an old friend That lives on In my heart I walked into drizzling rain A little stunned So much more poorer So much more Lonelier As those connection's Keep dropping in and out Those wounds Those Scare's And unseen sunsets