Friends

We get by, letters
and short conversations...but
Even that is so small.

Eight, insinuate...
maybe we aren't brave, Only
Time will show us True

My heart hollow, fill
it with thoughts of Them, gone home
Only to find: Change.

We share little less,
by and by I don't miss you
but the ache remains

Every hour I hope--
The loud "CRASH!" of te-le-phone
but--silence reigns

look toward next day
A year gone by so soon? Now
I know...we try so--

It was yesterday--
I'm sure, together and young
But yesterday's gone.

So what now? Maintain
the farce? A great joke-- you say,
"I'll call you soon."

We both know, now-- That
a year and some miles just
isn't it. Truth hurts.

So summer comes fast
and I hope we can still....conn-ect--
Grass and sky and sun.