Member Rara Avis
America the beautiful
With a million miles between us and a pen within my hand
I write to you a letter, my friend in distant land.
I often wonder how you are and hope you're doing fine
I'll tell you that I miss you, dearest friend of mine.
The last time that I saw you was so very long ago
And I regret that night much more than you could ever know.
I had absolutely no idea that not once more would I see
Your face, and how was I to know that you would leave me?
I refused to make eye contact and to you I would not speak.
We haven't been together since that night that fateful week.
I miss you now so very much-will I see you again?
I'll have to find a way to cope without you until then.
Once again, my friend, I miss you, and I'm sorry for that night.
If I had known it was the last, I would not have tried to fight.
I guess I had to let you know that you are my best friend
And with these feelings in the open, I can now begin to mend.
"Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low,
But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..."
[This message has been edited by Elizabeth (edited 08-29-99).]