True friends
True friends find ways to forgive us
For our shortcomings
Over summer nights with boxed wine
Sunday afternoons and English tea
Between all our morning fears
And Midnight Dreams
We just get so caught up
In our stories
So before we get too old
I want to stop and look at you
For a while
Like a line on a sun dial
A single moment in a single day
A reminder of all we have
And how quickly it can fade away