Return of a Friend

The softness of her voice,
was enough to ignite memories,
long forgotten,
and better left alone.
And as it burned bright,
it disturbed the casualness of the present,
returning the casualness of her.
We sang a duet of apologies,
regret the chorus and the verse,
where yearning was echoed in every word
so doubts were erased
and the heart beat wildly
for the anticipation of more
and more came
It was a delight for the senses
a chord was struck anew
a harmony so well honed and genuine
had risen up from the ashes of time
It was a beautiful moment,
It was the return of a true friend.