for a close friend
I wish the time would just come I wish the words would just come For me to say what I must
I'm too afraid of you still Your presence holds my tongue still And turns my thoughts into dust
With you I'll always be glad And yet still never be glad Happiness is so brittle
When we come to part at last Be there no regrets to last That we have said too little
When I wrote this, I had just one friend in mind. On reflection, I'm rather surprised to see how many others this could also apply to.