Reunion

Renewing an old acquaintance’s like a trail blazing 

rediscovery of old events still not past tense, you 

shame yourself not recalling them too clearly, then 

they’re 20/20 in the face - as powerful and intense 

as that day they came into being; sure - mellow as 

you may’ve become - these weren’t ever bleached 

in the sun of their origins - or re-aligned into fancy 

versions of what you wished might have been 

And you greet this old friend in a harmony you see 

balanced against those ‘torrid’ times when nothing 

made sense; we never mentioned them, no need - 

they filled cavities as deep as agonies we’ve made 

full & frank peace with - & see no gain in replaying 

while watching pretenders deep in their games 

© 8 June 2015, I. D. Carswell