Good Friends Parted
boyd miller
Good friends parted like a winter coat
not quite warm enough
shedding rain and stopping wind
but not the cold
that brings us to hearths alone seeking
voices of comfort in the light
and in the darkness a gentle touch
of hands guiding safely
the shadowed passages of daily life
not quite in despair aging slowly
remembering quickly the smiles
and laughter in the eyes
across tables of food warm
smells rising with glistening
tears of souls touched
with honesty and love
oblivious to others passing
unaware of the secret knowing
of what it means to have
a friend to fill those moments
when we fear to be alone
and strive to be alone with someone
who will not interfere
with the searching and falling
a witness to our experiments
and path finding stumbling
catching just in time to slow
the fall toward anonymity.
