Unusual friendships sometimes do sprout

Never one more unusual than this, I don't doubt.

Dimly lit room, I wait for the sound,

Ever sending me to the yellow note found

Resting in the slit under the wall.

Tapping the wall between us to tell you it came;

Holding a pen with a smile, to write you the same.

Echoes of tap after tap still sound in my head.

When will I see you again? I need you.

Always and forever missing you anew.

Laughter of our glad times I can still hear;

Loving so true will help us persevere.

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• Date written: April 5, 2017 • Word Count: 99 • Line Count: 12 • Stanza Count: 3 •