Where do dear friends go?
Right after Teddy finds a shelf,
Embryonic, soul-discovered
Comrades, introduce new rich textures.
Pondering gone epochs,
past yields of buddying,
Genuine, sounded, grounded.
Twelve seasons at first.
Eleven years this time;
Twenty before that.
Earliest mates graduate,
dispersing as their promise
seeks testing unique.
Bitter truth: mortals pass.
Not an adieu of their choosing.
Dark threshold ever looming.
A predictable measure melt away,
walking with purpose,
Seeking fresh bondings.
Finally exhausted, too often offended,
stale history revived in legendary tales repeated.
Association peaks.
A lucky few characters
Married away from connection
Bound upon a new conjugal course.
Intruding ebb tides reveal retreating
Serendipitous memory ticks.
Melancholy recalled, reflected.
Rare cronies' endurance transcends
Lifespans exacting iron fortitude
To bridge 30,000 days.
Old pals, dearies, poseurs:
Saplings to heritage oaks,
Longing remembers well.
Copyright © Arlo Parker | Year Posted 2024
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