Franklin Street Sidewalk

Samantha Lazar
Aug 8 · 1 min read

A Poem About Running Into An Old Love

Photo by freestocks.org on Unsplash

You pull out a well-smoked box.
And I thought you quit
But unconditional, I also know
You are loved.

In the near five minutes
We sit —
March midnight wind
Memory of our shared

Used to be.
I have taken off my shoes
Spun around the kitchen
In my socks with you,

Created nourishment
Spicy and stylish,
Spoke our language,
Injured and comic —

Aged six years.
Left my tough costuming
At the door,
So we can compare

Wrinkles and where
We are going.
We have climbed the same
Tree.

You and I —
A thousand years ago
And still we seem to fit
For a moment I am home.

© Samantha Lazar 2019

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