The Porch
While sitting on the porch with my family
I glance over and see a longtime friend
Reflecting back to when I use to run in the house
When he came outside I smile not realizing
His car has just pulled up on the side street
I never understood why I always got butterflies
When he came out or around my family
The wind blew softly against my face
As you stood across the street
Staring at what could have been
Two strangers alone gasping for words
Glance over at each other
I turn and stare out into the field
When he comes walking across the street
He motions for me to meet him by the car
Two strangers hug for the first time
I remember the past and the butterflies set in once again
I quickly pull back
A short meeting because I had to ride back home
He just says to call when I get home and hugs me one more time
No longer strangers as we continue on with our lives
by RDJ
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