catching up with an old friend

i catch up 

with an old friend.

and without

saying a word

we both

realize how old

we have become.

and yet,

the spark is there,

the smile,

the grin, the laugh.

the way we talk and sit.

the way we act.

nothing has changed

expect more time put

upon us. 

but still quite far away,

we hope,

from never meeting

again.