We shook hands
in our minds
and smiled
as though no time
had passed.
We talked for hours
on that old porch
where I keep our memories –
with the two old rocking chairs
and that painted sunset
that always hangs in the sky.
Maybe someday
those words will live
as though we actually said them.
Maybe someday
we will greet each other
as old friends,
and move beyond the porch
to walk in the grass
and laugh at the wind.
Pen in Motion 