My invisible friend

I have a sweet friend, I cannot see Who has become so dear to me, We have similar points of view Share a sense of humour, too, I admire her for her wit and charm, honest opinions Without causing harm To those who disagree She is compassionate and wise, Kindness flows from her clear eyes. She likes to call a spade a spade, That is why our friendship stayed And will until, Time stands still. Time is catching up with me, I am much older than she. If I seem to be going off the track It is just a matter of fact Age is just a number, Not an issue, My friend and I Have never met She is invisible to me It would be lovely to meet And chat endlessly over a cup of tea Sadly, this cannot happen As we live miles apart I do not need to see Deb M's face As I can see it in her Heart. Keep on writing your excellent poetry, Deb. X