Poem: An Old Friend – 07/11/19

 Flowery, happy moments, 
 where our moods and our words 
 would bounce and leap around,  
 our eyes playfully locking with the other’s, 
 as we smiled and pranced, 
 our voices singing in unison, 
 such a joyous sound. 
  
 I remembered how happy we were, 
 where we would spend all 
 our spare time together; 
 you’d visit me in the various locations 
 in which I’d lived, 
 and my goodness, the fun and mischief  
 we’d always seem to find.
  
 The days and nights which were 
 happily managed,
 when the sun arose 
 it was too soon for the dawn.
  
 We would explore the world in its 
 exciting realm of darkness, 
 the music thumping loudly in our ears, 
 and our eyes dancing this way and that
 searching for other people 
 to approach and learn more of.
  
 I’d always be too shy to get onto 
 the floor for a dance, 
 but you loved to move so fluidly,
 your limbs shifting so freely.
  
 But, we grew apart,
 for each of us there were differing trends,
 different paths we chose:
 some to be proud of,
 others not so much,
 but in the end, 
 there were decisions and results 
 of great commendation. 
  
 Because we both succeeded
 in our own ways,
 and while we do not speak, 
 and perhaps we will never 
 see one another again,
 at least I can hold the memories in my heart,
 strong, proud and true,
  
 that I had someone,
 a former great friend in my life who had 
 stuck around longer than     
 most of the people
 who were in my world had proven to.

 © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock also known 
 as Alice Well. All rights reserved. 
  
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