Friends, We Miss. Poem by Michael Gale

Never last, does that smile...
Only till, friendship's denial.

Will I smile, put to face...
Until we talk, peace filled place.

Friendship's space, revealed at last...
Friend for good, then, as in the past.

May we connect from now till grace...
Friendship, now, in it's place.

Along the shores of memories past...
May we swim, and not drown in bad days last.

For a friend is best at hand....
May we stay, as flown, we land.