Having felt and having known
the comfort and the strength
that somes from loving arms
wrapped in strong embrace.
And having heard the soothing sound
of anothers rhythmic heartbeat
as only can be heard
from your head resting against their chest.
Having shared this quiet strength,
this comfort of a friend
A time and place for tears to flow
For hope to begin again.
It is hard to sit alone
To cry in empty space
Not to have loving hands
Wiping tears from your face.
Not all friends are lovers
It is not a lovers place
To be the loving friend
And share that strong embrace.
I miss my gentle friends
Who were not afraid of me.
Those who shared thier open arms
Their strength, their hope, their peace.
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