We used,
We used to
talk,
walk,
and cry...
together
speak the words
of wisdom
as we spent
a lifetime
maybe...
...forever
I dream,
I dreamt
...our first time...
such
a
firm
handshake
...like leather
but
you're gone
now
as
you passed
away...
...to warmer weather
This poem is built around several hidden meanings and always gets me teared up. I don't think I will ever or ever be able to explain this poem to anyone. I hope you find the meaning in it that you are looking for though, and find some measure of solace.