Old Friends

Grey cloud day

Alone is a weight

heavy in the gut

 

Dial a friend, no answer

Dial another, “Leave a message”

Dial again

Dial an old friend,

one who has been there for years

 

Connection

Simple conversation of truths

What is, what can be, what is given

 

There is another,

now a shadow friend

Her background presence

remains a part of us

 

The sky isn’t blue yet

but the cloud cover will break

The mass will lighten

because friends chatted