Friends
The taste is still there (and no I’m not referring the excellent sashimi) I’m talking about friendship.
Even after all these years have passed, after all these boys we never gabbed
about, and all those times we never got drunk together I can still call
her a friend. Sure, it takes time to rebuild and mend- but the possibility
is there and that is what matters.
Most people hate the past. They forget it. Despise it. Quiver at it’s
mere mention. But there is something about history that I find comforting.
Maybe because I felt I didn’t have any for a very long time; or perhaps
because it’s back, or rather …. she is.
So cheers to old friends, good memories, and a future I didn't think existed.
But sometimes I am fooled. And by sometimes, I mean often.
Even after all these years have passed, after all these boys we never gabbed
about, and all those times we never got drunk together I can still call
her a friend. Sure, it takes time to rebuild and mend- but the possibility
is there and that is what matters.
Most people hate the past. They forget it. Despise it. Quiver at it’s
mere mention. But there is something about history that I find comforting.
Maybe because I felt I didn’t have any for a very long time; or perhaps
because it’s back, or rather …. she is.
So cheers to old friends, good memories, and a future I didn't think existed.
But sometimes I am fooled. And by sometimes, I mean often.
