I ran into an old friend this morning. One I haven't seen in a very long time. She looked just as beautiful as I remembered. Maybe even more so.
Our interaction was brief, with the tension thick enough to divide us. There is baggage there, as much as I would like to deny it. Things that get in the way of us actually seeing each other, even if it's just over coffee.
I walked away with an unexpected feeling, of sadness and discontent. One I've lived internally many of times. I've discovered that I think she had more of an impact on my life then I gave her credit for. I sit now wondering if the things that got in the way are gone. Tiny clues given to me in our momentary interaction. As I stand on another cliff, on another edge, I realize my regretful mistake. It is a regret. Losing a friend. The things that got in the way are gone, I'm now left with two empty hands and a friend lost.
Maybe one day it will be the way it was. The way it was supposed to be.
"But thoughts they change
and times they rearrange
I don't know who you are anymore
Loves come and go and this I know
I'm not who you recall anymore
But I must confess
you're so much more than I remember
Can't help but entertain
these thoughts, thoughts of us together
We are who we were when
Could have been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend
We are who, we are who we were when
Who knew what we know now
Could have been more but at least you're still my day late friend
We are who, we are who we were when"
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