Walking

My dearest Friend, do you remember me?
I walked beside you in all my being
And startled your gaze against the sun.

You must be older now in the counting years.
Do you remember?
We walked together for long hours 
With clammy hands  in all the beauty of sight.

Beat the wink
And know we'll meet again someday.
I've been busy, but I hope you still feel the heat.

Paolo Driussi