With My Friend

by Samuel De Lemos

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The poetry I write is for you,
Friend.

The words I tumble around in my
Mind and select are for you, my
Friend.

When I’m inspired, it’s
For you, good friend.

I fuss exceedingly over
what I want to convey,
Replacing words, here and there,
Learning new ones too.

Recalling words uttered
Eloquently before.
I want to present them to you,
My dearest friend.

Capturing thoughts
Like a child
Captures a Monarch
For the first time,
On a sunny spring day.

Those lovely aromatic
Days when my mind
Isn’t cluttered
With uncertainty.

The days I often long for and
Wished you were there with me,
My splendid friend.