Haven’t seen you in years
Seems things just drift that way
Like we were on Lilos
kicked by a different breeze
Lashed by the same storms
I wondered about you
I googled you
And yahooed
Then stepped back in amazement
You had your own web space.
Its been twenty years mate.
Your face rounder now
As I read your blogger profile
You posted a picture
But I can’t enlarge it
postage stamps profile pictures, jpeg frustrating
You have glasses
Its all a rush these days aint it John?
Its all so complex baggage carry where we belong
Ain’t it John.?
No, definitely, I would never recognise you.
Though if concentrated long enough across a bar
If  I saw you out there, perhaps I would eventually see thru
The layers, curse that time for piling them on
I see no advantage in weight gain
Not like knowledge, is it?
So your profile, I clicked back on
For a second look and thought
Of making contact
Thought/taught
What did time teach us John?
And was it an extension of the classroom, this big life game
Oh John, what become of us, ravished
I hope you tell me happy tales
And not woes of crashing marriage
But I see it says divorce, so fuel for us to speak
If we make it back to the closed pub night-club table
Where we scratched bird names in 87
That one with the white lace dress
I’m sure you had a chance with her you know
Funny how it goes
Your dynamite looks
As you stole the girls
Makes no matter
For what’s inside
cider and black
And all those night-club girls
We idolised
Did you get stung too?
I hope the excess and overthrows o life can reveal
The peeling things beneath as we uncover a backward trail
To the last time we ever met.
yes you posted your name
Beneath
And I’m scared to admit
Its been 20 years.