you feel it coming towards you
swelling like the tidal sea
it might have begun last week
or last month
but as just as it arrives
it leaves.
a day
a tuesday
or a friday
it will be all days over the years
you welcome the guest of your memory
and greet your old friend grief.
you wonder where does the time go?
how did you meet up so quick?
you smile recalling the tender
the bittersweet complete.
a look
a joke
and a story
they all spring up into your mind
and you realise time has not withered
rather sharpened clarity of mind.
this is how you remember him
a booming voice
a loud shirt
a large laugh
and with that you clink cheers with your memory
being thankful you shared the old times.
Emma
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