Dearest Friend

Dearest Friend,

A casual note do I send you,

On humble paper so meek,

But my heart is so longing to see you,

I felt that somehow I must speak.

Dearest Friend,

Tell me, how are you?

What has happened in the course of your week?

I long to hear, to speak, to listen to you,

But our chance of meeting is turning oblique.

Dearest Friend,

I now am like the ground, calling out to you,

But you are far away from me, upon a mountain peak.

I know however that with time, I once again shall see you.

So in a month our paths shall cross and our lives no more shall be bleak.