Remembering An Old Friend Poem by RIC BASTASA

now, i found you,
bald, and fat and black lipped.
your shirt is tight wrapping your loose body.
the abs are gone
and the smile is having the pangs of
pain, if i may say the
exact word: the angst still hounds
and sounds
the memories of the hissing snake
looking for a secret moist place to live
for another day.

now you found me too
very much like you, the shape of my body,
the tone of my hair, the sound of my
cracking bones, and the
silence that reigns in my lips.

it is not that we are afraid to say
something we feel within
but it is just that we have nothing to say anymore

perhaps we are fed-up with the oral word
we keep our minds to searching the right words
of our existence

nothing about verbs anymore
but mostly
about adjectives
more in the past tense
and too interrogative

let me explain this to you, somewhere
perhaps, perhaps,
when we meet again

but how can i? as you said, our worlds are torn apart
by a distance
that we cannot bend to shorten it
to make it closer

i don't know, i still have to find my way back home
that friendship that we thought
may last.

i have my own world too,
and i know, you will not like it.