What a night
He is here again, that friend of mine, guardian of mine, after all this time, he came to see me
We have both changed, it became apparent immediately when he entered my yard, so elegantly riding with that beautiful horse of his -
We are friends, good friends I think, those things that happened in that journey will not disappear, they bind us together somehow, in a way that makes it so easy for me to talk to him, be with him – and yet
There is a silence between us, not an uncomfortable one, only something that marks the flowing of time and everything it carries with it, something that now defines us, forms us, letting us to meet each other yet holding us...well, there where we belong I think
So we met, played the music, let the melodies fill our hearts and that moment, seeking the right tunes, getting lost and finding the trail again, and there, then, something in me got fixed, complete again
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He will come and meet me again, and we will play, talk, and he will have that sweet and spicy pipe-weed Aunt Am is so proud of
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For he is my friend
