Would Be a Lie

To say I don’t think about you,

all the time,

would be a lie.

You coast into my mind

like a ship out to sea.

The pain is heavy,

with land unseen.

To say I haven’t loved you,

all this time,

would be a lie.

You’re sewn into my heart,

like a knitted sweater.

I wish I could put you on

in this bitterly cold weather.

I have to fight the urge

to call you on the phone.

I have to fight the urge

to catch you up on all that I know.

I have to fight the urge

to know how you’ve been.

I cling to hope that it’s not an end,

rather just a when.

We may be apart,

but I’ll have your back any chance I get.

You were my dearest friend,

and I won’t forget it.