From faraway I hear the call,

whispering friendships

telling all…

Above and beyond

relaying the vibe,

coming from…

my long lost tribe.

How do I miss them?

May I count the ways…

Secrets shared on Summer Days,

Phone calls made

to share the light,

joining in laughter

late into night.

Other times, other climes,

dwelling in sadness

with a hint…

of quiet madness.

Dial the phone,

but they aren’t there…

realization sets in,

its just not fair.

Heartbreak…

leaves us prone,

silently crying,

understanding marred…

they aren’t here,

but we still are.