I have always thought of you
As something traveling
Never swaying like others
Or finding solace in coarse night lit dwellings
I respect that in you
But I will find it hard to tilt my head and whisper you farewell
Because that day is inevitable

And years on
me, dead tired
in a place far away
I'll think of you
One day learning
Next at your prime
You'll go far, old friend
But remember to stop and think of me sometimes
And who we together
once were