i dreamed an old friend

found after many years

graying and wrinkled like me

but his eyes

his voice

the set of his mouth

still revealed the man he is

i hugged him long and hard

pressing the long years apart

into now

we have many fields to wander

memories to unearth

silences and laughter

the comfort and peace that comes

with connecting again

during these

our final days

Copyright Michael Douglas Scott