Friendship...

A friend missing with time,
Is like the sun setting in the sky.
Sooner or later one will find,
Brightness will once again say hi.
One’s reluctance to congregate,
Is like the clouds drifting in the sky.
It frustrates the camaraderie formed by fate,
By blocking all contact at a blink of an eye.
Luckily the clouds though thick have rifts,
And is one of the things that will never change.
But as aims adjusts and focus shifts,
The sunlight that shines through is not the same.
So one constantly has the chance,
To meet a changed lost friend out there.
Even if it is just a glance,
It reignites the friendship both have once shared.