Old Friends

This is for an old friend, who has become a recognized poet. It's too personal to send safely, but if they read it "on the wall" it will be as intended. Honest but wisely safe because it's full of respect, but not crossing too intimately. I like to protect my friends.

Old Friends, we are

Still

Humming along in separate

Vibrations

Half way around

The globe.

Like planets

Circling

The sun in all her glory

We do

Best

Not too close

But still

We are friends, we are

Because

We once let each other become

Imagination

Inspired friends

So different

So different, from who

We are today

From even who we were

At the time our revolutions

Passed by.

You will always be my

Friend

Even though neither of us

Became

Expectations

We dreamed

In passing.

This is horrible 

Poetry

But who cares

Friends

Care

Best

When they don’t.

love,

Your old friend, Lydia

©2025 Lydia D Crouch