Longing

It's on days like these

When the mist hangs low

And a city sleeps

I think of you.

The cups of coffee,

The bouts of laughter,

Who would have thought,

We'd not meet thereafter?

It's on days like these

When I'm a bit low

I seek the warmth

I'd once known.

My wicked madness

Your good sense

A few handshakes

And it was all over!

It's on days like these

I wish we'd meet again

Just one more time

We became friends.