Poem: Re-write

Revisiting friends is always a mixed bag.

Re-write I went to see the longtime friends who kept begging me to come and found, just like a love remembered, they’d turned to other things and forgot the arguments of their invitation So it was dicey on both our parts and somehow or another, we fought over the least important things we had in common, like kids, who won’t give up a toy that neither wants Maybe we care too much, see too little of the time right now, clouded by before The days when nothing meant a damn, except the bunch of us, and we’re no longer bunched, but spilled, like apples What pulls us on, seems to pull away as well Sometimes I feel as though I’d forgot my lines, bumped into furniture and wandered off, confused, leaving stage-right instead of left Someone may yet notice and rewrite my script

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.