It seems in looking back I may have seen you there even as a child,
Somehow knowing the need, like the road, would be long and bumpy..
I’ll bet that was you hiding in the rose bud embroidered on my pinafore…
the one that always seemed to bloom alive to dance and sing just for me.
And I’ll bet you were the one sitting right there on my shoulder disguised
in the souls of our likeness…and I just know that imaginary friend I used
to tell my secrets to in the attic was really you…
Had I turned my hand, I probably could have seen you there
in my own palm.
But it was many years and tears before we stood face to face looking
at ourselves as though the house of mirrors had produced us both on the spot.
And in one big puff of magic we suddenly had shot out of a time capsule,
seemingly knowing we had been together all the while.
We’ve dined on each other’s laughter, swallowed each others pain, given
each other laughter, given each other pain….Clouds called life try to
rain demons under the doors of our hearts…the demons sometimes trying
oh so very hard to occupy the space in the room of our friendship.
But love demands recognition…she appears in every mirror of your mind…
peaks around every corner…bumps into you at every doorway,
exorcises the demons.
And so we remain…and even though the miles may separate us on the
roads we’ve yet to travel, we’ll still be riding piggy-back on each other’s
hearts…just as it was, even as a child…
(An older poem but one very special to me for a very special friend.)
© dianne ebejer