Revisiting A Friend..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i have a friend
short, white and
more of the silent
type
when he was young
and dashing,

....(13 years passed
i have seen leaves
falling freely
on the park
on those humid
and dry
summers.....)

i meet this friend
again
now bald, aged much,
still short
but no longer dashing

i did not say
any word to tell the
truth
but i get curious
somehow
about how he gets
lonely
and live alone by
himself
thriving on
a distant
lover...

that was the last
encounter
and it seems to me
that after that
confession

...it is a secret
but not that bad

now he hides
went back to silent mode
shrinking like
a warp
of time whatever that is...

i have a life to live
and it does not matter

summing it up
i wish him to pursue love
and always love....