A POEM
by Gareth McLuckie
Friends
have come
Friends
have gone
Strange places
we’ve been
Strange faces
we’ve seen
Is there
such a thing
as home?
I will always
remember the
good ol’
days
Will this change
ever
be the same?
Awkward
phone calls get
less
and
less
until eventually
– nothing
I’ve done
the long
distance thing
It’s never worked
Maybe
I wasn’t
disciplined enough
Maybe
I fooled
myself
with
pity
I will always look
on them
with mysticism
Secure
and
forthright
How silly
it all
seems now
All frail
and
demure
We need to try and remember those days?
I don’t even know if you can remember me?
We need to try and dream it all up again.
