Years Later
Old friend, our efforts at conversation
Falter. Anyway, I should go. Our years
As inseparables decades done, school
Days finished, marriages, jobs and
Simple physical distance having
Produced a division too wide to cross,
We stare at the table and struggle to do
What we once did so easily: laugh and
Talk. I am happy you're healthy and
Solvent and proud of your children.
I'm certain that they are nice, and I'm
Gratified, slightly, by your pleasant
Memories, so like mine, of us as
Noble rebels fighting...what were we
Fighting, these lives, us? We are hollow
And dull as the grown-ups we mocked,
And we aren't really friends; only nodding
Acquaintances. That's very sad, or it would
Have been once. Anyway, I should go.
poem by Lawrence Beck
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