At the End

An old fool's reunion.

Oh when we were young and free

t'was a bond unbreakable between you and me.

Where did the friend that used to be

go in this head full of failing memories?

How I wish for your presence and caring grace

once again in these frightfully chill days.

To feel the gentleness of your close embrace

with caring warmth to keep cold at bay.

With a hopeful gaze of turning the leaf anew,

a desire to see your face I have great

on this path where memories gather and brew,

do i make haste to a majestic gate.

Splitting the doors, light flows forth

overflowing the expanse with feelings of relief.

Opposite of me a dream come to truth

letting loose all of my constrained grief.

In your company only then

can i smile again.

Author's Note

I would like some comments on the overall word choice and length of this small poem. One question i keep having in my mind is if i should make this longer or would it seem to forced? I went with sweet and simple.