Poem:Return, My Friend

Return, my friend, the days grow long,
The silence hums a lonely song.
The path we walked is cold and still,
The stars wait quiet on the hill.

The fire we built has lost its flame,
And nights no longer speak your name.
The echoes call from where we stood,
In fields of laughter, dark and good.

Return, my friend, though time has flown,
No heart forgets what it has known.
The chair you left is waiting near,
Your voice still lingers in the ear.

Though seasons change and rivers bend,
You live in every sky I send.
So come—if only in a dream—
Return, my friend, by light or stream.

For bonds once forged do not unbind,
And those we love are never far behind.