An Ode to an Old Friend

I

Hello, my oldest friend

How has life been treating you?

I am doing well, finally!

Even rebels settle down, too.

I heard you moved out west.

How's that new life, lover?

I hope it treats you well.

And for nothing do you suffer.

The dogwoods are blooming up in Annandale.

I saw them today on a sunrise walk.

When I answered and heard your voice,

I was so glad for that talk.

I hear the sunshine in your voice.

I remember when you used to sing.

It was light, life, love, and joy forever.

I am wanting to see you in the Spring.

II

Oh, I am so glad you called.

I was planning a trip your way.

The road goes both ways, you know!

Oh well, nothing happens around here anyway.

I saw your Dad today, my sweet grace.

He was looking well and in such love.

His new wife brings the light again.

It was nice to see a smile on his old face.

And how has love been treating you lately?

My! How have things changed, again!

A new man, a new life...

May they never bring you pain!

It's hot here again this year!

Remember that waterslide that time, lover?

We got so sunburned together.

I am planning that trip your way this summer!

III

I am glad to hear your voice, love.

I've been wondering how you have been.

I am good, all things considered.

The little one is teething again.

Sometimes, I think of you.

And remember your smile and grace

What? Oh, it's getting colder

and the leaves are all over the place.

The air is crisp like you liked it

and the mountain seems ablaze.

Remember our old school bonfires?

And everyone acting crazed?

I know, I know, I said I'd come, my love.

I've just been busy, that's all.

I meant it when I said it,

I plan to see you this fall.

IV

A note from you seems a bit strange

We have never communicated this way.

"I have been thinking of you, love."

That just made my day.

So, I have put pen to paper just for you

Though my penmanship lacks your finesse.

If you can ever read this

Is, really, anyone's guess

The wind is howling outside, my dear.

And the light is waning low.

I'm bundled in a blanket now.

And any day, we expect the snow.

I wrapped you up a little something,

and drank to you a cup of cheer.

I am sorry, I have to say it, but

maybe I will see you next year.

V

My flight arrived on time.

I cannot believe I am here,

standing in this line,

looking at you lay there.

Regret is my companion again.

He reminds me of times lost.

Of times spent alone in pain,

and of the similar costs.

What I wouldn't give,

to hold you to my breast,

To hear and see you live.

My heart bursts inside my chest

Light and love and laughter are gone,

and now I will never hear you sing,

I should have paid attention all along,

I should have come to you in the Spring.