Old Friend
Memories silently glide by behind like little ghosts
Memories become passive figurines playing with my hands like a toy
I find myself sometimes inside the guise of a boy
And I find myself a while engulfed in all these times
Behind the walls of one eyed cupboard doors
For hide and seek: I’ve blocked myself so many times that I just couldn’t reach
All! of this past
And I just cannot breach the breadths of casted open glass
That seems to keep me here
Whereby I connect with you always
Inside my heart you play
Buzz, hand tennis and marble games
Remember Mrs what’s-her-name that kept us late after class?
For our handwriting tests and English grammar left unpassed
Old friend?
Remember the Robin Hood play?
Remember all that we have done, that all seems crystal clear
And all the time, the good times
The times that now have disappeared
As we stand behind the doors of where we once were found
With laughter, cheers, sighs and dropped brows
Good friend and now
Memories silently glide by behind like little ghosts
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