I have a friend
A very best friend
Who had to make some room for me
She loves my crazy
As she said she would
How much more room is there do you think
Do you love me from a distance
At arms length
Pure love is succinct
What is this sacrifice
In thee that you should give
Your heart for me or to make room
Or how much space would
I be taking if you have
Room enough still in your heart
Of that to give left there for me
Would there be any emptiness
If I was absent from this green
If I was absent then from thee
If you do not believe
In this my spiritual being
Would you then reach out dear to me
Would you know that
Even in my absence
Or as a phantom in your mist
That you would always have me
At your fingertips
© GÄ
Poétique 