When I was wee –
Much smaller than now –With a mind innocent
And full of wonder
The best friends I had
Were buried deep in my mind
With names so fabulous
That no-one could believe
A child such as I
Could have ever thought
To give them names such as that.
As I grew up –
In mind and in body –Mi mejor amigo was flesh and blood,
But they all eventually disappeared
Into the ether, never to return,
Just as if I had simply
Unimagined those beautiful people
As I had done all those years before,
Memories all that remains
Of the friendships we swore
Would never come to an end.
Now, as I sit here –
A little older than I was
But somehow so much wiser –
I have found some sort of answer
To a question I never really asked
Yet has hung over me all my life:
Mon meilleur ami has always been
Closer than I ever thought
Buried deep in an overgrown mind
Yet always just under the surface,
Keeping me company until the day I die.
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