Best of friends, yeah!
Indeed, but where?
Short the flow,
viscous golden,
it's nectar how sweet,
this spring of memories
of a dreamy week.
All wrapped in words
thousand and many more,
for you; not to claim
the elusive cherished tag
but to calm the pulse
- the link from the relentless,
pounding reminder of life.
The words not for fame,
but proof I was there,
watching your smile from afar.
The moment cherished,
the moments longed.
The words to keep sanity even,
and to show... just to show.
Romantics are still around!
The screening late into darkness,
with audience none,
not even you - the reason.
Yet, those words thousands n more,
those simple words,
to show I'm here, missing you.
Best of friends, yeah!
Indeed, but where?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem