Monday, March 8, 2010

Unseen friend




Although you are a friend of mine

and letters we exchange,

I wouldn't know you on the street,

and doesn't that seem strange?


You hold a place within my life,

unusual and unique;

We share ideals and special dreams,

and still, we do not speak.


I picture what I think you are,

perhaps you picture me.

An intriguing game for both of us

for someone we can't see.


So for this friendship we possess,

we owe this mail a debt,

Perhaps the charm lies in the fact

that we have never met.

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