Old friend, I came to visit you a few days ago
I walked down the familiar, unforgotten halls
and I saw your face,
to be exact.
We shared greeting of hugs and ‘Oh my, has it been long’
Pulled up chairs and chatted
Shared stories and excitedly dreamed of summer
Talked of theater and the future
Conversations vary from cultures to cranberries
Nothing is guarded,
nothing about my life is hidden away
I love how I am able to be so candid around you
I am open before you because of years
I am so glad we are friends,
There is no one like you,
nor shall there ever be.
is where I want to spend my time,
laughing, happy, content,
comforted by the words of my old friend.
I cannot imagine my life if we did not meet,
undoubtedly it would be worse.
I love how you know so much about me,
you know more than what I say,
but what I left unsaid,
and what I wish I could tell you.
You understand my pauses
and movements to express what cannot truly be put into words.
my dearest old friend.
Minutes climb up the walls
and soon it is time to leave.
We part ways with once again a hug
and you comment on how I am young, beautiful and happy,
my dearest old friend
for simply being yourself
and for every second we share