Seeking Old Friends

Headless now The friends of my youth Remain hidden, almost shadowlike As needs take over and requests arise They seem to wander a road I know not Time seems to have distanced them As they wander either together or alone But, either way, they are not near me Headless now I seek them, but never see them Standing in the shadows of patience Just waiting my voice to call out to them Bringing them back into the light of my life Where contact brings forth the power Of what we call friendship