once upon a time...

there was this friend of mine who wouldn't say or stare any longer, always in mistery and a kind look... always calm, always cool
we used to get together, for it was pack what we made, 4 of us gathering around a table just to learn and play... days passed by, months went aside... no more than 40 times we did it, no more than 40 times that i can recall... but there's something i never said, it was how important he became to me... and i won't forget those days, when like a duty we'd meet, around the table on friday noon, with our cards, with our games, with our friends just for a while...
we went on separate ways, and i, stupidly, strayed my path, and when i found my feet again, all of them were far enough to get together again... so far we're all on different places with different goals, we might be away from each other, we might never meet again... but even when he doesn't read this... he might know, yes he knows, that i will never forget those games... ThanX for being who you are!