Ever missed are friends
Whenever they have left us,
Emptiness remains.
If Spring, or Winter,
They, into our lives, have come;
Whether far away,
Very close at hand,
Or in person, never met,
We still will miss them.
So many have gone;
Some, so very long ago.
I wished their safety;
Drank to their success;
But keep, so very deeply,
My wish to see them.
There was a time when you and I were just
As now, but happy still. So long withdrawn
And faded with our will, the time has gone.
It’s passed us altogether now; the best
Of love and hate has gone, yet can be pressed
In pages past, as likeness penned or drawn.
If we begin a love again thereon
We might continue still, but would attest
A pain as well, which sadly we have known,
That delves within, and minds and hearts perceive
Inside our wiser selves. Perhaps, above
All else, it would be best to leave alone…
Perhaps it would be best for us to leave…
For us to leave alone our smiling love….
I looked down for this
And this I found, waiting here,
Ready for your tears.
David Emeron: Sonnets 