Old friend, old friend, this is something I feel must be penned.
A memory blows in the wind
like a leaf on a tree next to an old friend.
Old friend, longtime companion until the end.
Lost in your life, waiting for the day.
The future calls out through the trees
whispering to the waiting and lonely old friend.
I can imagine you, years from today
hearing the words you will say,
“What took you so long? What was the delay?”
Old friend, memory brushes the same time, silently sharing the summertime.