An Old Friend

Talking with an old you can help with the progression of a newer you.

As I sit on this coast
Me and this ghost pour a parting glass
For the souls that moved on from their past
Let go of their homes of crashed boats
And sailed away with new hopes

These sharp rocks and high tides
Hold memories I'd rather hide
Full of hurt and promises that were broken
Words that weren't spoken, and secrets I couldn't find
I could say I miss them, but that would be lie

This man of white, told me a story of his crew
His men, ship, and the horrible end
But what he said about the truth
Hit me harder than any wave
And I knew what I had to do
That was take your hand, let go of my past
Move on with you

So as this sailor of the sea, unhooked his anchor
He began his trip back to the open, knowing I'd never see him again
This was fine, I said goodbye, and was gone
Along with all my worries, my wrongs
You walked up to me, asked where I've been
I sat quietly, then said
Just talking with an old friend

Author's Note

What comes to mind when you read this?

Reviews

[Arnav swaminathan]

Gud work.most people dnt understand the meaning of life until death comes.only if the dead could teach us what our lives mean.

[I Am Svetlana]

Hm...I pictured a guy talking with a ghost of an old friend that had passed and was just getting some air, to clear his head for a bit. The ghost comforts him and tells him to stop worrying about him and to focus on his own life, to move on. It's a sweet story and tells a thoughtful message: even people in our lives pass, but they are never lost. They will always be in our hearts when we need them for guidance. They are never truly gone.