Old Friend

I saw you yesterday
and it really made my day.
You see, I often wonder
how you are.
I wonder most, if you think of me.
Would we talk, if we met
or would you just as soon forget?
Would you stutter, would you stall?
Would you talk to me at all?
Would feelings deep inside you stir
if you remembered how things were?
The love, the laughter we once shared
has it vanished in the air?
Did you think of me today
or have those memories gone away?
Does anything that you see
remind you how things used to be
or are these hidden in the past
with other things that didn't last?
I close my eyes and try to sleep,
but dreams of you are all I see.
Your touch is gone, yet it's there
it fills my soul and blows my hair.
It reaches deep inside my heart.
It rips the thread and falls apart.
It's left there for all to see
just broken pieces inside of me.
And still those feelings, how they stir
when I remember how things were.