Old Friend

some days, aren't so bad after all

I met an old friend by the path today.
I hadn't seen them in many years.
They took me on a stroll, down memory lane.
Where the cloudy days, suddenly became gold.
We spoke of the good within the bad days.
Caught up on the future too.
It was the first time in ages.
I felt like, I could take a breath.
When the sun began to set.
As we had to depart.
I thankfully said.
Tomorrow, we'll talk.

Author's Note

Today I ran into some old friends on the internet. and for me, internet friends are real friends just like any others. these were people I hadn't talked to in maybe 4-5 years. We used to rp together and I stumbled upon them on a roleplay site that I have decided to join.

That aside one of them pulled me aside. Happy is their username - and we had a very long talk. I talked about how rough my life had been as of late - how I lost many important things to me including someone who I thought for a better word I was in love with. How being single isn't what I thought it was going to be but now with me stumbling upon them I am extremely happy.

It was a talk I felt like a severely needed and of it born this rather heartfelt poem in which I feel like I haven't been able to write in such a long time.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem. I agree. Old friends and good conversations make us feel better. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Mr. Lopez]

Very well done. This piece displays compassion and understanding. People part ways for a reason but it need not be set in stone. Your compassion was not lost on this reader. You give us much to contemplate within our own lives and relationships. Big props.

[Tony Jordan]

This is more complicated than it seems. A few things struck me - the use of 'good within...bad days' rather than simply 'good and bad days'. The former implies that all days were bad but some had redeeming moments?
The farewell too - it felt that the speaker was undecided within themselves whether to re-forge the link and was even unable to choose voluntarily in their own mind - so was relieved and happy that they said 'Tomorrow we'll talk' and not what? Maybe the meeting went better than expected and there is a desire for more of the same which made me think of the episode of Frasier where his old friend visited and they had a ball reminiscing but then they repeated the exercise (though they'd have preferred not to have) the next day and they just spoke of the same 'good times' - soon they started to avoid one another because they didnt want to hurt the other's feelings. A lesson in 'what was cannot be again', I guess.

Your poem stirred up a lot of interest Centi. Well done !

[andrew mitchell]

a lovely write that flowed until i hit " as we had to depart" line, I prefer the omission of as in that line to improve the flow.

[Centipedle]

would when we depart work better?

[andrew mitchell]

"we had to depart" sounds better for me on a few readings

[Centipedle]

Thank you for the critique ^^ I appreciate it. I'm always striving to write better.

[andrew mitchell]

So am I lol