Old Friends

While you wait for me
I rush to the place
But stop on seeing you
And remember the days
When this was easy and natural

Now I hide and peer
Unsure of what I’ll say
Of what you have to tell
Of what all we have forgotten
The years have harmed you less

Anxiety marks itself on you
Similar doubts stem I gather
I fail to sneak away
You see me now
We are in trouble

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