In blue

My thoughts wander
Back in time,
In a seat nearby
Was a friend of mine

I used to say,
"This one is rare"
Suffices well
For a pristine wish

Learning that not all good
Can be granted on time
I took a further wait,
And a grip in faith

So, years have passed
Yet the moment was fresh,
At the 5th floor, a pen twirls
And him with that smile

No better Saturdays
For those were the days
I could only trust my intuition
Yet, remain content

This time it can't be
And I won't allow it to be
For I am too familiar
With that certain shade

Perhaps in time
I'd run out of good rhyme
I'll forget that guy in blue,
Who, writes too.