A poem inspired by my dear friend, Bek.
A final hug, one last embrace;
A last long look upon your face.
A moment here, the next away:
Now living in another day.
The passing time, a mystery -
A second here, then history.
Lives bump each other here and there,
Our times together are so rare.
Strange, time moves without you here:
It moves for all my friends so dear.
Revolving clock, it spins around -
Time, it moves: wherever we're found.
Each life a bubble floating by:
Borne on the winds of time, they fly.
Sometimes two worlds become as one -
Sharing the time under the sun.
These moments brief, we live to see,
Where time contains both you and me.
Though few and far between they seem -
It does no harm for one to dream.
Though parting always comes with pain,
I know a time will come again;
A time the two of us can share:
And in that place, we'll both be there.