Unseen but Everlasting

Dear Friends,

Dear friends, my heart’s unwavering kin,

Once I checked on you through thick and thin.

If now my voice grows faint, less near,

It’s not my love—it’s life’s frontier.

Your birthdays burned bright in my mind’s embrace,

Each date a spark, a joy to chase.

If now they blur, slip past my view,

My warmth for you remains ever true.

I stood as your rock when tempests roared,

Your refuge strong, your hope restored.

If now I’m not there when you call,

My spirit still catches your fall.

Your tears found my shoulder, your words my ear,

A listener bound by trust sincere.

If now I’m absent when grief takes hold,

My care for you will never grow cold.

When need was dire, my hand would give,

Sacrifices made so you could live.

If now my aid seems slow to land,

It’s not my heart—it’s life’s demand.

All that I was, I poured for you,

Yet if old ways fade from view,

Know I’m unchanged, my soul’s the same,

Still bound to you by love’s fierce flame.

Life’s forged me now, a man full-grown,

Its weight and call I bear alone.

Yet in my core, you’ll always stay—

For growth may shift, but love won’t sway.

Your friend, Martins Atandoh.