A quiver in the voice
Of an old friend
I saw today
Years had passed before
This chance meeting
So to say.
His eyes were heavy
His forehead creased
Behind his smile
There was no peace
I didnt ask
I didnt pry
What the trouble was
Of what or why.
We shook hands
Said our farewells
See you soon
As his tears welled
I watched him walk
Down the street
A solemn step
His soul to weep.