Pedro Nuno Dias
A Friend Apart
A friend I can not hug,
a friend I can not touch,
a friend I can not see smile
unless in frozen stills of time.
A friend that listens with eyes,
a friend that talks with fingers,
a friend that lets you glimpse its heart
from a thousand miles apart.
Such a feeble sustenance
for such a needed substance.
As a fire needs wood,
so does one needs friends.
But how can fire two twigs apart burn
without no space across to run?