looking over my shoulder
through the dust from my wheels
I reach out for the memories
that the distance conceals
never thinking me worthy
of the kindness you send
I reflect on my life
and the meaning of “friend “

when the highway seduces
with her dreams and her song
I am certain of nothing
yet, I know I belong
with my eyes filled with fire
and my heart on my sleeve
I believe that the love
makes the lovers believe

So, I’m sitting here thinking
of the musical days
when you captured my heart
with your innocent ways
though, there’s always regrets
it’s a question of when
and tonight you define
why I call you my friend…

and I’m blessed for the chance
to remember again.

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