I will spend my last dime on you my friend as we sit side by side eating lobster on the shoreline plucking out golden coins from mid afternoon tides, our voices rising and falling into laughter to silence.

You will have a certain shine in your eyes I will recognize from a soft spoken pocket adored in the Sun.

I will swim inside it when we depart for years remembering what your soul said without any words.

I will comb through humility gently as if your friendship is baby hair.

My internal eyes knowing who you are, reflecting on everything we both have been through.

I will spill dimes from my hands to watch them roll across black asphalt and think of your one thousand smiles glinting in rolling silver.

I will dance with your ghost in my room listening to candlelight music
as Mountain wind screams through my open window bringing me the scented garden of your memories.

I will drive down moonlight hallways alone in a forest as the violet ghost of your light reassures every tree how much they are treasured.

I will speak your name.
A whisper of music in my clear mind and count the seconds your eyes cannon blast back into mine.