when I told her 
my oldest friend was coming to visit
she asked me, “just how old is your friend?”
I meant to say I’d known that friend the longest 

well, that was thirty-plus years ago
this conversation probably long forgotten 
how special it is 
she’s my oldest friend now

©️poem by Darlene (BonjourDarlene.com)

Bonjour ! I’ll continue to write about my favorite French-inspired things, as well as books, chocolate, music, movies, and postcards, but to change things up a bit, I will also share a 50-word poem each day in the month of January!

These micro-poems are based on personal observations, pesky intrusive thoughts, and general anxiety about getting older.

About this poem: This is an expression of gratitude for my few, but true friends I’ve known for a long time. (You know who you are!) 🫶🏼

Thanks for reading!

This poem is from my poem-a-day series (January 2024).