Weeks Become Days 08/04/23

A Friend Remembered

We had not talked for year on year,

but I thought to come and meet you here,

to ask to know of days I missed,

of friends estranged and lovers kissed.

I thought to meet one warm spring day,

to share a drink and while away,

yet here I stand in sunshine's shadow,

as Sunday wanes and daylight narrows.

Awaiting someone I fear I've missed,

expecting a step, a laugh, a smile,

for a friend like them,

I think I'll sit and wait a while.