An Old Friend Remembered

You know, I thought of you last night,
A friend mentioned your name.
And it had been a while since I
Had felt that sweet, old flame.

I thought to write of sorrow here
Or say that I’d forgot
All of the laughter that we shared,
But, as you see, I’ve not.

I wanted to pretend the hurt
Was one that would not heal.
But that is not the way of love
And that’s not what I feel.

And so tonight I’ll find the book
That holds that memory.
Then flip through all the pages there
And hold you close to me
For one more walk through yesterday
And how it used to be.
Then put the book away again
And have a cup of tea.