My friend

Do you know that I miss you?
That you walked with me
along the Siene last summer
and stood
beside the Bourne with me as
we listened
to the waters roll gently by?
My Soul -
you may have been teasing
all those years ago
when you gave me that name,
but maybe you weren't -
maybe you understood
something more.
The river rolls on
carrying the past
the then and the now
and the maybe and the certain
Does it roll past you too?
Carrying my thoughts to you?
I miss you, canum.
Just sayin'