-Your Friend

There is a knock on the door, a ring on my phone.

The past is reaching it's hand out trying to tell me something.

I remember all the good times and we sit together and share a few laughs.

I remember the good days and the wonderful times that we had.

I tell the past what has been bothering me for the past few years

mistakes I didn't even know I made.

I am wondering if the past knows about it already or will it turn and walk away.

But instead I was surprised to find that here he still remains.

You remember me, the past paid a visit to you as well.

We talked as friends shared the story that we had. The one we created.

I found myself wondering what on earth went wrong and that is when the past helped me.

We are one in the same you and I. I understand you in a way that you don't understand yourself.

And you could see straight through me leaving me completely vulnerable on the inside.

We were a book that we wrote but couldn't read that is why you needed me and I depended on you.

I missed you I admit. And I care about you still.

But I have come to learn that when the past visits he only tells a story that has already been told.

I know how it ends, confused and cold. Yet it was an ending I should have seen.

We were kids trying to be adults, experimenting with words and we found feeling.

The fact that the past visits assures me that it was real.

I am happy to have a friend in you, and I hope I always will.

Sometimes it is good to answer when the past comes and knocks on your door.

Come again, and we will tell the past the story of the future.

I will have mine and you will have yours,

Cause now that we can read we don't need to be co authors.

Plus I have found my future, in another's eyes.

Dear friend I hope you hold her tight and keep her warm at night, find your future the way I found mine.

Till we speak again- Your Friend.