A Test Of Time

 

I do think of you

Now and again

And wonder what's become of you,

My Mystery Friend.

 

Your image came to me

In a crowd

As others flittered about

And chattered.

 

You spoke to me,

Though not too loud,

And asked if it was a drink

To me that mattered.

 

It was months from then

Before some time

With you I'd spend,

 

To hear kind words,

To laugh--to watch

To wonder when

I'd see you again.

 

This thought, when it's there

Makes me sad,

For the friend in you I thought I saw

I never had.

 

You remain a mystery

I'm not sure

I'll ever know.

 

But having experienced

You awhile

Will make something good

Within me grow.

 

So, I will accept

That you for me

Were merely an illusion,

 

And hope any memories

Of me for you

Can be some you can groove on!

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                         

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