In a few days 
you’ll be here
we will talk
likely catch up 
maybe even create 
but most laugh
I’m excited naturally 
timid as well 
I’m not sure 
what you’ll say 
if you’ll talk 
about your adventures 
maybe your feelings 
but I promise 
to patiently listen 
because last time 
was my time 
to talk and 
we both know 
how that went 

I would like 
but one thing 
to remain or
perhaps to return 
having grown weary 
of the new 
new is exciting 
until its forgotten
or likely lost 
am I too
temporary to things 
to these things 
which I too
was once new
am I not 
one of those 
things that too
remain or return 

There are some 
but not many 
of which I 
comfortably slide into 
like an old
pair of shoes 
that just fit 
having walked miles 
along with me 
or a sweater 
that’s kept chill
away at bay
at arms length 
tattered and frayed 
maybe too big 
a wooly friend 
which to wallow 
these friends that
might not talk 
often do recall 
life’s greatest adventures 

Everything that 
has happened 
to me 
was meant 
to happen 
to me 
therefore I 
hold no 
remorse regret
or regard
to any 
of it

I’m like barbed wire 
I come with hooks
but not to snare
or dissuade or to
even keep things away 
I’m not a trap
I’m just sitting here 
minding my own business 
it’s others it’s always 
others that venture close 
and then blame me 
and never ever them
for being the reason 
why they are disappointed 
if they can be 
then why can’t I