This Year

It's been a year
and Yoshi meets me
on the same wall,
he's grown a designer beard
but he hasn't shrunk.

I remember him waving a bottle
with a worm at the base
and daring,
he ate the worm himself
and we all gagged.

Yoshi is the only person
who calls me Pretty Woman
he tells me
that Moshi (name made up cos it rhymes)
met someone else

So we cry a little bit
and then we take a taxi
and they're all there
just the same,
except for a few new
Iphones

which they hide sheepishly
cos' they know the rest of us
will tease them unmercifully

Lala has extended thumbs
and asks why I never reply

Dyspepsia is less this year
Sophie has a baby
and Yoshi walks me
to the métro

I blow a kiss
and wonder
if this will be
our last year




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-03-15 at 20:25

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm with Ashe. Even if you never see these people again, they will remain with you the way that everyone, and everything, does, and later we will read one of your wistful poems about them.
2015-03-16



Oh no, it can never be the end for old friends to be together. I love this story/poem. So well done and the characters so immediately become dear to the reader.
~Ashe
2015-03-15


shells
It's the wondering that keeps us wandering, good to hear about Yoshi again, you tell a good, life story Elle.
2015-03-15


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
As long as you are able to wonder, it is never the last.x
2015-03-15