Every ten years I live
in a different world
with different wishes
The old ones have been
passed by new circumstances
The memories remained

Content with what is close
I occasionally cherish
what was, the friendship
we still feel, even though
some discomfort has crept
into our encounters

We live too far apart
and want to, don't want to
move towards each other
How well do we know each other
as we are now, do we know
those who we embrace intimately?