I met an old friend today
in the pages of my earlier works
I was struck
by his wide-eyed innocence
as I am sure he was
by the weariness in mine
we spoke easily—
as if the years between us
had simply stepped aside
to listen
he remembered things
I had forgotten
and I carried things
he had not yet learned to name
we parted
without goodbye—
something quietly rekindled
knowing
we have always
been walking together
and we would meet again
between the pages
© Ron Simpson Jr.
April 26, 2026
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