Reunited

A firm grip a quick hug, I arrive, they rise. Years have passed, but we reunite as if gone for just a week. Nothing has changed, yet everything has. I am home, if i can even call it that anymore. I've been gone for so long. The streets have changed, the house I once entered everyday now has a new door, a new occupant. I rise from the table in the corner, as I pull out my chair I survey the room. I search for the words, I begin to feel my voice tremble as I speak I try to capture this moment of time and reunite it with the past before it leaves us as life does, passing us by without warning.