14 February 2015

‘To friends,
separated by country, time, and age –
by life and war and the in-betweens –
If I ever once loved you ago, I love you now.
How easily words slay the air, but trust that the weights
they hold are most ardently true.
I think of you now and the impact of
your worth, however minute, caused and
bruised my existence into being. How much
I owe to you nameless you, to never be fully repaid
except by promises to always be beside you,
if not in body, but then by mind and grace.’

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