Visiting

Visiting with people
You used to see each day
Reminds you that things stay the same
Although you’ve been away.

There may be some new items
On walls or desks or boards,
But basically, it hasn’t changed –
You hear the same old chords.

It’s great to see those faces
You’ve worked beside for years;
So many hours comparing notes
You’ve shared in your careers.

But now you’re on the outside
And the glue that once was strong
Is loosening a bit, and yet
You feel you still belong.

It’s rather satisfying
To stop and say hello.
Your memories will keep the link,
But then it’s time to go.