When Friends Connect

My oldest friend looks for me
On a dark road
Nights I can’t sleep,
We are lonely together.

✿ڿڰۣ(̆̃̃ღ

ڿڰۣ❀ڿڰۣ(̆̃̃

¸

We are yellow jackets in late summer,
Beating at the screen
We are two old women holding hands
At the funeral of a friend.

We are two children playing
“Who Am I?”
You put your hands over my eyes
And in their darkness,
I know for sure
That at the end,

The playful stranger who appears
Is not death
But love.

ღ(̆̃̃ڿڰۣ✿

Links:
By Kathleen Norris, via Idealistic Rebel
For more of Kathleen’s poems, click the ↑ link.
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