My Dearest Friend

My dearest friend, I grieve with you for love lost so long ago.
Why we picked mates who have changed into strangers I do not know.
Time effects us all: would we know ourselves reflected in their eyes?
Promises broken and declarations of love have turned to stinging lies.
While time is suppose to heal all wounds, some fester for years,
And just when you think you have been made whole, come the tears.
And what God may have planned for us I do not know how it will end.
But trust in God and trust in me to be there for you, my friend.
If we may speak sharply to one another over very trivial things.
Or if days go by and our phones are mote, silence only rings.
Remember this, dearest friend, we have a way back to one another.
The rhymed words we write will always guide us to each other.
Prose and poetry soul mates from now until times' never end.
Until I see you tomorrow, God be with you, my dearest friend.