Indigo

[Querida]

As old friends, we meet again...

Much has passed between our speechless glances.
Much that sums up how life has been to us.
Much that will not pass our lips in explanation.
Much more that we will feign to keep silent.

For as our strides come to match
and as our memories unravel
in nostalgic streams before us,
the lock of time and due formality
will fade hazily from thought.

And that once so strongly
felt friendship and trust
will beam once more:
now less bright and eager
now less trustful and open.

Nevertheless upon this
floating down childhood
and its glossed and glowing naivete,
the familiar gestures,
the mundanity of each other's laughter,
the comforting close gaze kept for one another,
stand worn well
before the test of time.