Old Friends
You pick up where you left off
Though a year or two has passed,
For what you have connects you
In a way that’s meant to last.
You laugh, break bread and catch up
On the things you didn’t know,
Share pictures and tell stories
And when it is time to go…
You hug and say goodbye, assured
That all of your affection
Confirms that in your heart
They’re in the permanent collection.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
