Poetry 365 | Day 75 | Sonnet 17

Of some lost friend I often, fondley think;
He–not escaped–to the realm of the dead.
Instead, this man still shares a constant link,
Of which together we are always thread–
It's just that our lives have kept us apart,
Sailing with different winds through our days:
In the past we have combined to make art;
Maybe in the future we will cross ways–
For friendship is a gift for us mortals:
It nourishes us as we pass through time;
Opening us up like we are portals,
Leading us to heights, together we'll climb.
  So I will not forget the departed,
  And I will not deny where we started.

--Stephen Martin, 3/16/19

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