My friend!
My soul-sister!
My bandita freedom-fighter!
O those glorious roads we travel!
O those sights we see
and bridges we cross,
cliffs we scale!
How will my heart become full again?
It is the fresh face,
it is the crooked beaming smile -
one tooth and one nail at a time -
when it is us again
and the steps and strides
never fell out of sync!
It is You and I,
my dear dear friend.
That is how.
How I will miss you.
How my spirits will fly
again someday.
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