passant mon ami / passant mon amie

whispers fade into silence
days crawl into the nights
memories rise from experience
like vaporous mists in pale light

clinging now to the laughter
still lingering in my mind
the smiling eyes that came after
each and every time

gone away but never forgotten
nursing hope that one day I'll see
the love that we each have sought, and
the loving eyes of my friend, mon amie

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