Memories I’d forgotten
surge forward
to beleaguer my brain
when I see your face again
Forever ago we lay in the grass
in my parents yard after class
looking up into the branches
of the old beech tree,
wondering how to achieve
reaching its top
and what we would see
if we managed getting up
It makes me feel
so old today to see
your face in front of me;
this mirror image I can’t deny
you’ve aged – and so have I