Met up with a friend today,
A girl I knew from long ago.
She’d always been a bright young thing,
In her eyes a living glow.
We talked of times of energy,
Accomplishments and useful deeds,
Of hope and its accoutrements,
Of dreams, what ifs, of sprouting seeds.
Then I noticed how I’d changed,
How many things I’d loved and lost,
How she’d become what I expected,
How I slumped like wilted moss.
I walked her to the nearest bus,
Waved a sad and frail good bye.
I wondered when we’d meet again,
But deep down
That we wouldn’t.