In thoughts--I often visit you
And we share a laugh--or two
And talk of things we both hold dear
Like memories--both old and new.
We share our heartaches, and our joys,
Cause that's what friends are for.
Knowing we can be "ourselves"
To hearts with an "open door".
Advice is free, and its meant to be
A caring gesture of love.
With never a judgment for our mistakes,
But a haven from life's push and shove.
Though time and miles stretch between us.
With contentment, I've found what I sought.
As I smile---and sigh in remembering.
My visits to you----in a thought.