there is something about

an old friend, someone who

has known you for years

and years.

 

and even if you haven’t

seen them for quite some

time, it’s as if an old language

re-emerges, one that is

 

stored in the back of the

brain and just needs a

quick dust and spit polish

to become fluent once again.

 

and the dialect is unique

to you and them and while

others may understand

the conversation’s gist,

 

they cannot comprehend

the full kaleidoscope of

memories and experiences

that come alive as if they

 

were yesterday. this thread

that links and beautifies

the treasured gift that is

old friends.

 

©Heather Pound 2023

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