friends ship

I don’t know if
you are thinking of me.

I look at the trees
and cry drops of joy
to water the garden
to let the Earth thrive.

But I still don’t know
if you are feeling
it’s me
under the roots
in the fire that burns
or up there in the Sky
when the clouds aren’t grey.

And still, I don’t know
if you are thinking of me.

Do you remember the day
when your sadness was mine?

Can you recall the bright future
we dreamed of together?

I am thinking of you,
for I am feeling there’s you
in every move that I do.

Beyond the far horizon
we all share the same view.


how would you make the poetess happier?