how yesterday you were just here.
And our words drew aimless circles round our faces
while we sat mere inches apart.
And now you're not.
You're there.
And I can only savor the shadow of you
And look at pictures and dig out memories...
of laughter and sunshine.
Dancing and eating.
Talking and crying.
Where our paths have crossed I believe flowers grow now.
Because the seeds of our friendship have long since taken root.
They nestle in my heart and remind me of
the warmth of your love and acceptance.
Gifts that money cannot buy,
time cannot replace.
So now you are there
and I am here...
and I can do nothing to bring you near.
Yes, we will walk on...
our separate paths.
We are both strong women
with happy hearts.
We will take what life gives us
in abundance and in strife
We will remain essentially
US.
To friendship.
To Krung Thep.
To life and to love.
To the One who provides us all from above.
To the hardships we know must surely come.
To strength and wisdom to meet them
... and grace when all is done.
To Bali, ma chère.
We will meet again.
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