A Letter To Writing

I lost you
My dear friend
We grew apart
It was almost my end

You are my comfort in the night
The tissue that wipes my eye
You are the salve to the wounds
That depression cut inside

It assaulted me
Tried to crush my life
There wasn’t a day
When I didn’t feel its knife

We lost so much time
Years of a friendship
The loss is immeasurable
The thought of it makes me sick

But on this day
When we are restored
And the bond we had
Is slowly reforged

I feel a joy
Building deep inside
As an ancient utterance
Stirs back to life

And from this heart
Even greater stories will be told
And more captivating characters
From the clay, I shall mould

God will restore
All that we lost
We will tell our stories
No matter the cost



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