A friend I had in school long back
did she love listening to my stories
every day she would come prepared
every day she would listen with awe.
I used to invent stories by the day
just to keep her amused and gay
watching her eyes filled with love
were they beautiful I could never say.
On a new year, I missed her in my class
she left me and our school to someplace
with whereabouts unknown she was lost
her imprinted face memorized forever.
Several years passed, nay a few decades
I saw a woman walk past, a fleeting glance
was it her, I thought, the features so same
I called out her name, just so she could hear
and turn back she did, was it bliss forever…
Perceptions 
Cool
A true friend can be so very precious!
Very true Jackie
🙂