Reminesce

Our eyes met, 
yet not in the way of strangers.
A glint was there
sparking from the past.

Remembering a face
that I'd seen before,
and then of the place,
when we were opening doors.

Thoughts of that time
so long ago,
when our friends were many
and time passed slow.

So we gazed
for a moment or two.
Not knowing what to do...
we embraced as old friends.

As tears filled our eyes,
smiles crossed our faces,
a shout and a cry
old wine drawn from cases!

A time for drinks,
to reminisce.
A time to share
the times we missed.

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