It's like a promiscuous lover,
How we kept moving all over the country
Leaving a trail of broken friendships
It was a tragedy
It had been a poignant meeting with friends
only on our side of the continent for singular reasons
Of course, he was right
and we've been torn many a time
the little piece of you
that was planted in my heart
may keep on growing, however far we are apart
And when we meet again
may it be a gentle pleasure
to see what has flourished
of the seeds from your garden
For my dearly beloved faraway friends
who have sown
kindness, generosity, happiness, care,
piety, reverence, and warmth.
I will tend the garden
as best I can.
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