Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh a — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
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Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh away the years that came between.

— Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
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