waited for my old friend
on a corner
she looked the same
just a little colder
we spoke of a time
neither of us
could really remember
that made the memory
seem better
saw a flash
in her eye
made me wish
I was still that guy
the night felt familiar
a few drinks
small talk over dinner
we evoked friends
that got lost
in the dead of winter
slipped between
the wood and the splinters
we spoke of a time
neither of us
could completely
remember
as I walked her home
saw a flash
in her eye
made me wish
I was still
that guy
This article appears in December 2014.
