The boy that makes it feel like tomorrow -KG

My friend Sam,
Places words down like delicate things -
Flower petals and paper -
Gently and careful not to bruise them.
I like that he protects small and valuable things.

My friend Sam.
He’d let us sit beneath his branches in February
If the sun was too hot
Or tie a swing to his arms in the Spring.
Do his leaves fall in April?

My friend Sam and I,
We sometimes don’t see each other for a long time.
But then he hugs me for a count of four -
Three more than a nicety,
Two more than is needed,
One more than is deserved.

My friend Sam,
The boy I mightn’t seen in weeks,
But the boy that makes it feel like tomorrow.

My friend Sam…
I’ll miss my friend Sam.
But I already look forward to seeing him tomorrow

-Kiara G