Monday, April 10
nostalgia.
of dancing figures -songs suggesting deja vu
people you meet
stop and stare,
you've seen them before.
gossip. teasing.
the laughter of the time
familiar people, different year
different date, month
the same names
gathered at a mcdonald's table
remember the time -
when he broke my racquet
when she cried
the concert we messed up.
the most likely to succeed
the smartest, the fool-arounds
how we've changed -
fatter, taller.
mellow, cynical - complacent?
ugly ducklings now swans
memories that remain
or perhaps, are slowly lost
like rain that trickles
from the roof into drains
of course
we laugh everything off
jokes. relate stories.
experiences of the like
the time that's gone
fails to return
5 years older, sitting
around the same table -
but the table is new.
repainted, polished
the tree in school repotted
vanished name carvings
renovated, revamped grounds
can't find our way -
we're lost as we turn
round and round again
only to face each other
and realise
we dont look the same
5 years ago.
scrutiny, we notice
the differences that cannot be bridged
we part, smilingly
vowing to do this sometime again
- knowing we wouldn't.
we've too much going on
we simply havent the need
or time
or energy
or space in our hearts
for the hidden tears
when we grasp
that what's gone doesnt return.
disclaimer: this isnt a poem. just ... ramblings.
i was green-ed at 12:56 am
