Friend

We left

But our relationship

Ran between the lines

It was never spoken

But you, 

You saw it.

We still,

make each other laugh.

Our jagged edges

Still manage to fit.

Despite the many grasps,

That tried to pull,

You away.

But you never noticed,

When I, 

I was left behind.

But when I finally,

Have you to myself,

The easiness is gone. 

Thirteen years of 

Companionship,

All gone

Except for . . . 

Those rare moments

When we both realize,

We fit perfectly.

Author's Note

About a friend. A very dear friend.