Saturday, January 8, 2011


I stare in wonder at a web page,
created by a friend from so long ago
it seems almost a dream now,
but I will never forget his long, soft brown hair
hanging to his belt-line
like a tempting veil, waiting to be touched.
Now, so many years later,
he is across the world
living his dream
and here I am waiting
for someone I can feel to come
and sit right in front of me,
someone I can call a friend
and more, a lover, a gift.
This time I will not let him go;
this time I will reach out
and tell him to turn around
and see me, for who I am.
I am now more than I ever was,
although I feel empty
without a partner who will share my dreams.

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