Saturday, August 21, 2010

Unseen Friend

Although you are a friend of mine
and letters we exchange,
I wouldn't know you on the street,
and doesn't that seem strange?

You hold a place within my life,

unusual and unique;
We share ideals and special dreams,
and still, we do not speak.

I picture what I think you are,

perhaps you picture me.
An intriguing game for both of us
for someone we can't see.

So for this friendship we possess,

we owe this mail a debt,
Perhaps the charm lies in the fact
that we have never met.

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