Every once in a while,
You chance upon an old friend
And it feels like searching
Through the dusty, age-old attic
Filled with moth-eaten, discarded things
And rediscovering a treasure
That you already owned
But gradually forgot.
You recall the ancient adage,
“Make new friends but keep the old…”
And this momentous instance
Helps you realign your equilibrium,
Finding what you thought you lost–
A vital piece of yourself.