On this, your special day
Not quite your forty-third
I think of all you mean to me
And try to find the words
I’ll write about the enemies
Of distance and of time
Of how we seem to beat them
(And how I made it rhyme)
I think of all the games we’ve played
That spawned a name or two
The adventures we’ve already had
And those still yet to do
I think of all the secrets shared
Through more than twenty years
The joys and inside jokes
And a fair amount of tears
You never fail to make me laugh
And rarely make me cry
It only seems to happen when
We have to say goodbye
And so on this, your special day
I look back on all we’ve done
On everything we’ve shared
The laughter and the fun
I think of all I wish for you
A wish without an end
A wish that all of yours come true
For you, my special friend
Barcelona, October 2009
