Long lost friend

Against the sweet colors of the setting sun

the clouds started to fade when there existence had just begun

and when I wanted to shut my curtains down, well there he was.

His face had wrinkles now, his hair was white but still I knew he came for me, and I was right.

We drank all night

not many words were shared

under the cover

and when the clouds came back again, and sunlight shone again, he went.

I may never see him back again, never hear his voice still I know

he is my friend

more so than he was my lover