writings on life

Old Friend

We haven’t seen each other in some time

10 months – to be exact

For 20 years now our friendship has been intact

I can’t wait to ask you about all your hopes and dreams

We have a lot of catching up to do

I don’t think two nights will do

One in Richmond

We can pretend we’re kids again

But I’m afraid our views are different now

When you unpack your suitcase, will all the secrets come out

We stood behind a veil for a long time, didn’t we

Forever church life was a mystery

But wolves and weeds find a way into anything

You can tell me your dreams

Are you living them

Tell me what’s in between our church days and now

I’m a little afraid it’ll pull my heart out

When did we become self-conscious?

Was it at the same time

Our fathers were similar and our brothers too

When did doubt enter the mind

For me, there is still a comfort in you

We’re in different places

But somewhat similar trajectories

I want to hear your stories

Take off your mask

There’s no need for make-up

We can stay up

Thought I’d ask

You can be my therapist too

Just a few ground rules:

Everything’s confidential

Ice cream and a chick flick

No boys allowed

At 9 pm, lights out

You and me, no non-essentials

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