Where are you
Friends of my childhood?
Violette, Charlotte, Arlette,
Armelle, Brigitte, Françoise
Like the pearls of a necklace
Strung between two silken knots
You are but shadows of my youth
You only exist in my memory
Between a span of a few years
I have forgotten your face,
The colour of your eyes,
The games we played,
The stories we made
Only the sound of your names remains.
Empty shells of grownups
If married you would have changed your name
If divorced you might have reverted to your maiden name
I knew you by your first names
You were my friends
That was sufficient for me
Childhood does not care
For social protocols
Already your steps imprints
Are fading on the road of souvenirs
In the whirlwind of life.
You and I have moved on
Nostalgia might be romantic
For a moment or two
But the pull forward
To get on with it
Is too strong a current to resist
So Au revoir and adieu
My lost friends.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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