A familiar place to come to
For many years
The unknown faceless souls share
Unheard words written
Freindship grows
Deep passion, souls bared
Years pass by
The place, the people be quiet
There are other things to do
Than sharing passion, pains and laughter
The familiar place visited occassionally
Strange that some still visit regularly
Friendship makes one comfortable
Even when no one shares.
~Dip