Friend Poem by James McLain

They are what,
to whom?
How do you know?
They are,
where ever you are
you hope.
What you are,
you hope.
Some touch first
and run.
Trying to fudge,
true you without
pretentiousness.
Some taste you
in life's words to
somewhere..
Did you touch
them..
along that road
braving
in persistence
directions..
Still: dont deny,
you both
want to be touched
some how some way
differently,
as the smile from
before has, faded
for some,
to moons suns
paired in to rise
and set...in you..