Friends.  They come whether I want them to or not

And I try to back away saying, "Thank you, but I’d rather not."

When, if my secret’s out, it's our connection I crave

To be, and just to be, in a place, in a way, in moments that you gave.

 

I once was afraid of remembrances, I guess I still am a little

But now memories embrace and tether and, sometimes, they even tickle

Your old words were true of love and life, that a kiss is just a kiss; 

And, I can't lose what was never mine to start with.

 

And even when life stretches apart and far away,

I can always love what was - a giving tree for today.

Though, I would be remiss if I were to seem so unacquainted

With the void that comes from your absence - as if we were never painted!

 

Sometimes no matter what I feel or say or try

Two people will grow apart and live out separate lives

But, sister, I love you no matter the distance we must retrieve

And in my life, you've been a gift where I could just be.