The Cost

Good morning, my good and trusted friend;

So lovely, as always, to visit again.

Can’t seem to remember how long it has been
Since the last timeour two paths have crossed.

Was it late September

          Asseasons were changing?
Time loses meaning
          With lives rearranging,
And memory fails inthe process of aging
And old friendshipsfade until lost.

But we are forever,and never forget.
We’ll last past thesunset,
          No fear of regret.
A boy and his dreamever present, as yet
Unfulfilled, stillweighing the cost.