20 Years

20 years from now,
sitting in the same seat,
drinking my coffee,
wondering if my childhood friends are doing the same,
maybe someday we'll meet again,
and catch up on old times,
The we'll leave,
and go on with our lives,
knowing that we still remember each other,
knowing we have the one part if our past that got away,
now we have it back,
sitting drinking my coffee,
thinking that maybe if he hadnt left,
we would still be best friends,
and would have never let it slip away.