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To my friend with a white dog

Dear you,
I write because I have a mind
I write because my mind’s got memories
I write because these memories don’t go off easy.
I miss seeing your face and the smile you had to offer
The long walks to my house and the long walks back
I miss the moments of truth and the talks from the heart
The passion in your eyes for the things that touch your depths
I miss the smallness of your frame, full of love and friendly hugs
I miss all these and even more.
Then you went far away to a place not so familiar and you got too familiar.
I tried reaching out to you ‘cos I saw you had many cares.
I prayed hoping that you will see that you have all you need in all the love that surrounds you.
But you shut me out and put me behind bars.
It hurt so much, stung my eyes with heated tears.
I still believe in who you are becoming.
Greatness lies ahead of you.
I hope you will someday look back and remember you once had a friend in me.
I still miss you.

Yours,
Me.

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A lover of Jesus, music and poetry. Wordsmith; 'cos I believe in the power of words.

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