November 9, 2021 § Leave a comment
With a group of friends
we’ve talked many times about
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.