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.
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