The tenderest cocoon of friendship
that so enveloped us in its warm embrace
is breaking slowly,
ever so surely,
bent on releasing us
onto the irresistible flow of Time,
bidding us to drift away,
to seek our shores...

When the breeze is cool
and the ripples faint,
the fanned waves beckon us
to look into the pool of shared moments,
each ripple bringing our friends' reflections
nearer, clearer, dearer...

We see them
as our own remembered friends in our shared lives,
in our crazy jokes and mindless laughter,
in our silly griefs and simple joys,
in our past that promised forever...

Our friends, slowly still,
promise to come alive, again
in Memory...
while we wait,
hoping...
someday we'll chance to meet again
on solid ground and so many kilograms fat
and feel again...
the warm embrace of that dear cocoon.