Two decades pass. I meet a college friend
and catch up on the news I’ve missed. A child
was born, I knew that but adventures wild
and strange have passed in letters gone unsent,
unthought, in fact. And still it’s like we’re young
again. Were strangers once, but something grew
and now remains despite the years that flew
between. And if we weren’t so tired, the sun
might rise on us. But passing years have tolled
and children too; we’re aged and creaking now.
Diseases grim, and close escapes she tells. Cold
shivers walk my spine. She may be bold –
they both survived. I fear I don’t know how
I will, if he should leave me when I’m old.
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7/9/13