Another Friday whispers loss and hopes, A day gone by, a day stretched thin, Each sunset pulls the yearning ropes, But brings me closer to where you've been. I sit upon your waiting bench, And watch the world meander slow, The earth beneath, a sacred trench, Where Friday's longing starts to grow. I kiss the ground you once embraced, And wish to lay with you awhile, For here your memory's interlaced, With every tear, with every mile. Though signs of you paint skies anew, And ease the ache, yet can't erase— This void where once my arms held you, Heavy with heart that knows this space. One day, dear boy, this ache will mend, When longing fades to reunion's glow, And arms, unburdened, clasp their end, In the warmth of your embrace, I know.