Breath of life (friendships come and go…)
There was a friendship created for the briefest of moments
And like the wind it breezed for the briefest of moments.
And like a moment it passed with no hesitation or hast.
Wanting moments passed
in fear of time that would waste.
A precious commodity un-regained
memories as transparent as a taste.
the wind unnamed.
tomorrow won’t wait
Tell the wind to blow no more
lest it be the memories I’ll taste.
If its friends I regret
my breath is just a waste.
Breath breathed, memories visited
Breath gone memories abandoned.
Wind your both friend and foe!
I’m sure that I’m just a taste un-shown
Walking through your unknown memories, foretold
Friends don’t come and go like the wind unknown, because the are friends
(By Dwayne A. Ghant)