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