Visit from the past

A little
visit
from
the past.
As we are
eating lunch
we trade
stories of
our lives now.
I cant
help but think
of our summers
together as
young girls.
All the walks
and talks
we shared.
Running so fast
I could feel my
heart beating through
my chest.
The laughing,
Crying,
disappointment and
confusion.
Smoking
and drinking.
Trying to be
older than we
were.
My favorite
memory of you
was getting off
the bus
and pretending
that we were
so rich.
That we owned the
trailer park.
We would would
walk by the neighbors
and nod our
heads. We would smile
and say
things
like,
Good day Mr. Perri.
We would talk to
the people
on our way
home
and bow and
command respect.
My Neighbor Phyllis
would always
smile and say
Good day, good Lady.
Her son,
Terry who dealt drugs
would also nod and
say,
Good day, Fine ladies.
We would laugh and
run in my trailer.
As you talked about
your daughter,
we just sat
and enjoyed this moment.
This circle
that just got
sealed.
These moments.