There is a friend
I ached to talk to.
If I could pick up the phone
and dial the numbers at her side.
The deep questions have long since faded;
Now conversation I seek is casual, friendly.
I want to ask questions about cooking,
and boys and relationships.
And her past.
I seek the advice and banter
common to my youth
but treasured non the same.
Sometimes I close my eyes
And imagine a talk with her,
But she never replies
the picture is quickly fading.