shoefreak_3 (shoefreak_3) wrote,

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Reunion With an Old Friend (poem)

Reunion With an Old Friend

T-Stop Named Desire
Lame Indie Rock Parties
"Well, when I was in art school."
Cute boys are well costumed.
Insanity in Harvard Square
The train connects six degrees of separation.
Pink and black bathroom portal.
The beach is very mediative.
Searching for sea glass and ourselves.
Remembering the past as we move in the present.
Our Lives have changed and so have we.

Carrie, (modcomplex) my best friend from high school came to visit me here in Boston. It was a wonderful thing because we both needed to be around each other. Something that amazes me is that we will not see each other for months at a time, but then we will get together and pick up right where we left off. I have been told that is a mark of a true friend. I believe this is true, but I think it runs deeper then that. We are all connected, spiritually and genetically. It is all true on the tangible and the intangible. It is important to keep those around you who knew you when you were young.

Carrie and I figured that we have known each other for ten years. I was fifteen, with knobby knees and braces. I didn't have a clue how to act in a social setting. Carrie is really to be credited for bringing me out of my shell. It was not an easy task. It was one that required patience and above all a sense of humor.

Her visit also reminded me of a moment in life that we all experience. Have you ever looked at someone that you have loved for years, and they do something small that reminds you why you love them. Not that you forgot, it's a, "Oh, that is what attracted me to you in the first place" moment. The weekend was full of those.

So there it is. Keep your old friends close and remember that you can't fool someone who knows you so well.
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