Long distance would intervene;
No longer house-mate family
We planned meetings in between.
As long distance intervened
With presence we took for granted,
We planned meetings in between
Hoping regular check-ins lasted.
Of presence we took for granted
Dear talking continues with ease,
while check-ins are often stranded
In realms of what-used-to-be.
Our talks continue with ease—
Strands of thought and age connect
With realms of what-used-to-be
When my best friend moved to Texas.
81 words posted for my prompt "Midweek Motif ~ Best Friends" at Poets United. This is a slightly modified pantoum. (And a very sentimental favorite song, sans James Taylor!)
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