to know, is to accomplish
companionship through mind-
yet mournful comes the moment
we have fallen out of stride

beyond tomorrows sunrise
when the fog covers our feet-
our hands become the colder
in murk our eyes can’t meet

our books share the same chapters
though the pages vary wide
hidden in the margins-
is where the story hides

so thankful for the echo
that comes from deep within,
though our endings may be different-
i still hope for you, my friend