Old Friend

Old Friend (By Cat Matchuk)

A gentle caress from familiar fingertips
a longing to be wrapped up,
completely surrendering
to a past intoxication.

A silent prayer, whispered in the mind
a wish to never have to say
goodbye
and just maybe
we will see each other again.

A burning desire, nesting in the stomach
an addiction met in a past life.
Regret, but also a promise
that we will see each other again.

A gentle caress from familiar fingertips
a longing to be seen.
I freely give my soul
to a present intoxication
and embrace
like meeting an old friend.