I remember smiling shyly at you when I first met you.
Remember more the gray of your eyes and the charm of your smile..
Secrets told under the safety of blankets, stories shared under the oak tree you called your own.
The touch of your hand upon my hair, the smell of you as you enfolded me into the sanctuary of your embrace.
Laughter ringing as we ran through damp fields, warmth of the fire as we curled up engrossed in books and the John Peel show.
Arguments and making up.
A first kiss tentative and apple flavoured as the music swelled to a cresendo.
Train rides, my sleeping head on your shoulder.
Daily notes and tape swaps..
Hot tears flowing together as we held each other one sad day in July as the fire bell rang out in honour and farewell for one of our own.
Riding piggyback over windswept beaches..
Sarapoly games when I was sick..
You holding my hand, anchoring me, never letting me fall.
Letting you go does not mean I will ever forget because you are as much a part of me as my soul or my heart is.
And remembering a vow we once made, "a year, no longer..let go and go on, remember but do not grieve", I know it's time..
Goodbye my dearest friend, I know that when it's time you'll be the one to guide me home and for all the days between this one and that one, I'll live enough for us both.
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