Do you remember
That fourth I was baptized
And you and I talked about
What it meant to be believe
The way you prayed
For me and the way we
Talked about things
Deeper than I had ever put
In words.
Time has drifted
And we've gone
Different ways
But still we are friends.
We talk from time to time
And our friendship
Has moved on
But still that friendship remains.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
July.03.09
8: 45 P.M PST
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