these days i remember

my old friends.


during the days that we thought would last until the end,

doing the things we thought we would never stop doing.


days that we planned and anticipated each other’s weddings

and days where we witnessed beautiful sunsets,

read books, made memories, fought and made amends.


days that are now dust in the winds;

days that are now dead and buried.


makes me wonder if there was ever the real thing that was friendship

or was it just time and chance that happened to us all?


i guess such is life, with its many acquaintances;

today you see me,

tomorrow you do not.


my old friends,

i cannot really say that i miss them,

but for me it was real

until the moment that it was not.


© sage 2024