For my will o’ the wisp (written for my best friend on her birthday)
The grip of your hand on my arm,
the warmth of your hug,
the silences shared,
will always be there,
like the morning each day, bright and fair.
Such memories of you and me,
spill over, peek at me,
from corners where we sat together,
from your signatures in my books,
from the past I just revisited.
You have read my mind
and like a will o’ the wisp,
been there when many turned away.
Victories, the steps I took forward,
I thank you for each of them.