A Poem: To the I

This poem was written in 2015, for my very best friend

In my book, characters meet their demise, fleet, and brief

My concerns transient like a falling leaf

Blank were the pages frail and weak

My case of metal, so strong, not meek

Yet, what secrets lie in days we find

Studying minds so transparent, of a different kind?

Laughter deafening, so unconfined

Hours, four and twenty, to dust assigned

Blown away by cars in a speedy grind

Heralding sunsets, anew and aligned

Has my book now thinned, its pages become scarce?

How do we solve equations diverse

When logic dances with fancy's verse

And magic tingles through our universe?

Friendship is a puzzle

Seeing another 'I', a figure of lore

Could it be a sister, an essence to adore?

While we dance in this life, who could ask for more?