Dear Best friend.
I cried today.
Not because you left me dancing in
another hemisphere.
Not because I receive one paragraph
of sparse-nothing information
from you a week.
Nay-
I cried because
you are the kind of best friend
who wafts beside me
(like that time we led each other with our eyes
closed through the
crowded theme park-full of nonchalant
cotton-candy-people)
in all my sly, lively moments
and exerts more merry influence upon my wanderings
than all the other
7 billions souls on this [The Foolish Blue Globe]
put together.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
Dear Best friend.
I cried today.
Not because you left me dancing in
another hemisphere.
Not because I receive one paragraph
of sparse-nothing information
from you a week.
Nay-
I cried because
you are the kind of best friend
who wafts beside me
(like that time we led each other with our eyes
closed through the
crowded theme park-full of nonchalant
cotton-candy-people)
in all my sly, lively moments
and exerts more merry influence upon my wanderings
than all the other
7 billions souls on this [The Foolish Blue Globe]
put together.
