....when I die
don't send flowers
only remember
the bouquets
we shared
in secrets told
and how we laughed
at the thought
of getting old
and what we'd
do
when that came
upon
and think, my friend
that in the end
you always had
the best of me
for you
were the first
I thought
to call
when anything at all
came new upon my
doorstep
and even
when time went by
and I
hadn't heard a word
I knew in my heart
that I
was a part
of your world...
I love you!
04.13.2012
Barbara H.


















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Beautiful poem, my friend.
Lovely, though sad, poetry.
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