Old friends so far haven’t found me.
Discovering this time-capsule,
would they swallow it ? Or hound me
and paint me as unnatural…

Would they revive forgotten nights-
ask me why I don’t measure up ?
(Recalling long-lost sordid sights
might fill brim-full my pleasure cup.)

I’d drain it to the dregs with them
if only they’d communicate
but time has drifted in between
and left my soul immaculate.