Now that time has passed us by,
I hope that a healing of our hearts have begun,
Not having that friend to talk with,
Has not been what I would call, much like fun.
When the phone rings at times,
And silence is on the other end,
Thoughts of you cross my mind,
Could it be my long lost friend?
They say that, “time heals all wounds”
I hope that this be true,
For healing was what two hearts had needed,
So it could feel the pain of missing you.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem