fleeting, it passes us by;
it comes back...
but never the same again till at last
we fall
at the feet of the Savior of all...
but then, it is not,
not a friendship - we can't - call it that
it's love and true at that...
so maybe friendship and love
never meant the same thing -
then it's okay that,
it passes,
us as,
we walk out on this path...
of life.
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