Hymn of Nostalgia

I yearn for my childhood friend.

I yearn the 'lad' that took me to another world, who ultimately opened new realms of the unkown and familiarized them for me.

I yearn the 'bro' that shared withme his laughter and mine, his joy and mine, his success and mine.

I yearn the 'friend' that was nearly always beside whether I was in need of his existence or not.

I yearn the 'adult' that cultivated many of my wild ideas, framed logically much of my silly nuisances.

I yearn the 'hand' that used to help and never deforming.

I yearn the 'lips' that uttered only truthfulness and sincereity.

I yearn for you .. my mysteries-buddy .. my friend!