The Familiar, the Well-known

The familiar, the well-known,
the company of an old friend.

How your images run in my mind's eye,
laughing, joking, full of life's zest.

I am at peace with you and hope for your return.

Though the spring was sharp in it's sting,
of a lost love's keenness,
I survived and still thrive,
and strive forward.

But you,
you are colorful,
vibrant,
full of mischief and mayhem.

I remember watching you for the first time,
how you made me laugh,
and you still do.