Friends. Poem

Knowing you are in there and
I cannot reach you. It pains me.
What shadow has taken you to the
another side of the moon?
They say that scars are mute
But scars have painted themselves upon
your face, and I want to wash them
away with my tears. Because I know of ache,
I know of that throb that weights a soul to darkness.

Just know I’m here in the sunlight
where my arms awaiting your warm, and
that laughter that shines like sunrises when
you open your mouth. And I know if
I’m patient you’ll come back to me from the
shadows fresh and renewed.

– Linda J Wolff