Silent tear streaked faces
stare off into space
waiting for the return
of his smiling face.
I sit back awaiting
for the chaos to pass.
A silent stretch of dream
that does not last.
Too quickly does it end
and I return to face
the half empty glass
that is in his place.
I await the return
of my best friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem