There I was,
wandering in my mind again
Wondering how I made it this far
in my travels to hither and yon
and back again.
What did I find in hither?
Or what was there in yon so fascinating
that I went back again and again?
I seem to wander with a purpose
but not sure what it is.
So here I am, all alone with my thoughts,
my memories of good and bad
and they seem to balance out on the scale
of the whatever
And that was not always the way
And may not be tomorrow
But right now I feel content,
but not so a few hours ago
when my good friend vanished into the fog
of unknowing, some say it was a cloud,
who knows? Is it important?
Because he who was lost was found again.
When we lose something we cherish,
its absence is felt deep
but when it is found again,
nothing can describe the feeling,
especially when it is a friend.
"Quod scripsi, scripsi" someone once wrote
and ain't that the truth!
an enigmatic froggy12