To a friend, lost and found
Writing to you after nearly two decades
feels like I’m writing to a new person for the first time.
But then I think of how
we’ve seen each other
through fraying satin ribbons hugging the wrist
And forced our sentiments through store-bought cards
signed in glitter ink
Sung in drunken stupor, flashed our first business cards
Declared marriages and partnerships
Flashed cars and kids with equal ease
And made promises to keep.
I wonder why I must insist, sometimes
on meeting, greeting, and trying-to-bond-ing
But I wrote a letter pledging my friendship
Nearly two decades ago for the first time
To a friend I knew, I knew.