THE LOST FRIEND

She pulls away harboring

some secret hurt or imagined injury

Implacable

she turns her being

toward the cold uncaring world

I call to her

across desolate Icelandic islands

and only distancing

echoes return to me

I continue to hope

all the while tending the embers

of happier days

But the mysterious cruel rejection

pierces so deeply

my wound, time-aging, becomes

scarcely able to heal

O, why does she not answer

why does she not return

to rewarm herself

at the waiting hearth-fire’s glow?

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