Dear friend
From time to time
Like this starry night
Your name still runs across my mind
Though we have not spoken
In what feels like forever
I often daydream about us in the future
Sitting at some old table
With black coffee
As bitter as the stories we’ll share of our hardships
With years of living and laughter printed on our faces
Maybe we’ll finger through memories like pages
Reminisce on the times we would park one of our cars
In a dark, abandoned parking lot right outside of town
Or off the side of a dirt road
To gaze at stars and talk about the future
And how both seem equally far
Maybe we’ll remember our inside jokes
Nights we traded sleep for smoke
And how driving through the quietness of a small town
Seemed like a world all its own
Oh my, friend, how we will have grown
SWD 05/2018
Updated 06/2019
Can we have coke than coffee,
With some unusual touchy touchy by the sock area,
Or can we divulge and do indulge
A bit of Dickinson to Frkst
Or a little Twain to tickle
What my little pinky
Can muster.
Hihihi
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So many stories like this have I, of those sultry nights and frigid winters alike, so long ago.
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Damn!!! Emotions on play
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The beauty amongst these words is both breathtaking and overwhelming! Thanks for sharing this amazing poem!
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Old friends….. This is just what it’s like. So beautiful.
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Very expressive..
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Pretty! and relatable! Thank you
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