For My True Blue Friend
Too long I’ve
kept a stranglehold,
On fond old
memories,
To fragments of
a bygone age,
With fierce
tenacity.
Like a child I had
my fingers,
Clasped tight
around a time,
When star strewn
skies provided,
The cadence to
my rhyme.
You smiled a
little sadly,
And let my heart
entwine,
Aware I wasn’t ready,
You kept your
hand in mine.
Clutched in a
painful vise too long,
While I refused
to grow,
Thanks for
staying with me,
Till I was ready
to let go.
Myra
D’Souza - 20th November 2012