At Last

November 9, 2021 § Leave a comment

With a group of friends

we’ve talked many times about

apparitions.

Mine had been just a few:

a bird that wasn’t there,

words that grew on the top of trees

or places that blurred into each other.

But the other day, there she was,

my friend from thirty years ago.

She hadn’t changed and walked

under my window with the same grace,

the same wild blond hair,

and that smile, full of future pleasures.

I hadn’t known how much I’ve missed her.

I hadn’t known how much I remembered of her.

As she walked away, back into the past,

I realised that the time has come

for everyone to reappear

and tell a story.

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