Being miles and emotions apart it is not now

A constant reminder

It just comes now and then when I think

Of telling him about this or that

Sharing a funny moment

Or just to escape with one of his schemes

And back it comes

The incredible

The impossible

But it is true and there is no escaping

The truth of the box that lies

On the shelf in the closet

Waiting for the sea and his wishes

But still

How can it be




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