Before

Before our opinions,

you were as confident and brash

as I was tentative and timid.

 

Before our opinions,

you were understanding,

not judgmental,

tough,

but never mean,

proud,

but never haughty.

 

Before our opinions,

you wrote in my yearbook:

“Although for a long time,

we weren’t very close,

I’ve always considered

You one of my

best friends.”

 

That was 56 years ago.

 

Technology has enabled us

to shoot our opinions

like ball bearings

in slingshots,

stinging each other,

polemicizing

but not talking.

 

We’ve seen each other’s pictures,

admired each other’s

grandchildren.

 

But we haven’t spoken.

 

We haven’t shared

a bottle of memories,

loosening our tongues

to learn about what

happened to us

over the decades,

taken swigs

of confidence

and timidity,

laughed at our younger selves.

 

We need to argue now

but only over

who kills the bottle,

honored

with that last

sip

of

vintage.

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