This is a poetic response to Richie's Poem "Pencil and paper cant quite express the truth" Read that first... http://ragingsicilian.blogspot.com/ ...

A Letter from the Forgetting Friend- By William Robert Stoy, IV

Hell, Oh, Dear Friend
Is where I’m afraid that I may find you
Now that I’ve returned.
They say it’s simply

Separation.

And I believe them.
Though I believe the times have changed, as colors turn
From Red to Grays
Which leaves me falling from the trees
Into a certain season’s grave,
Uncomfortable at best
And seemingly
Unchanging

What difference does it make? I don’t
Remember

Though in a season, seeming grave
A certain seed may simply brake
And be replaced by roots
A new creation
Growing is a process, much like
Faith.

We must have Faith in Friendship.

Finding a fresh foundation, a seed
Can grow into the tree that it was always meant to be
Branches Born Again, as Arms Again
Embracing
Reaching for each other in forgiveness
“Pulling one another into the steps that only the closest of friends may dance”

Dear Friend, let us raise our glass
And toast to time well spent together

May I conclude with congratulations of camaraderie?
As we drink, let the taste of laughter and love
Wash away all that was bitter and lonely
And know that you will never be forgotten.

Signed,

Your Brother in Arms