April's Fool

what kind of fool would leave his friends in space,

 when they were right beside him, ready for the race? 

 why ever miss the chance, though they are far away, to join them in the dance that makes each day a play? 

 just words upon a screen, a cynic might opine, but their words touch my life, like fresh lips tasting wine.

 so call me April's fool, and call my longings folly, I know my foolish friends will always keep me jolly.