Two Guys, A Girl and A Rented Space

The Space we called Home

We had four good years as friends,

I envision us as we used to be,

Young, lively, energetic and naïve,

And now where we are I see.

Strange how we turned out,
Three friends in that space,
God looked down and smiled at us,

And blessed us with his grace.

My tears are not of loss or sorrow,
Its for of time so quickly gone,
Like times you’d say, “I never ask for anything,

From the day I was born.”

I savor odd, funny, sweet moments,
When you chuckle or when you smile,
Like a mother hen you pecked at me all day,

And you were with me all the while.

Looking back from somewhere,
You will realize you not alone,

You still have us two with you,

Long after you leave what we call - Home!