Old friend

In a hurried pace to live a life
Blessed at every turn
Easy was the growing spark
That let old bridges burn
Days of when so long before
Were buried in the past
Now and then a little glance
Of things that did not last
Deja-vu that would recall
A face, a place and then
A smile that shone across the room
The face of one old friend.

DeoVolente
January 29, 2009