For M. Milonaki
I thumbed through your
Instagram photos today,
all the way to the bottom,
and reminded myself
how lucky I am to count
you among my circle of friends.
It almost sounds like stalking
but I assure you it is not.
More like a respectful appreciation,
a casual stroll thru a special gallery.
The poetry will end one day,
like everything else. Memento mori.
But true affection endures forever,
if only just a fading memory.