Old friends (my poem)

At dawn we remember them
sitting in the back seat
riding the motorcycle northward
summer days along the coastline
by the harbour bars and the beaches
behind the rocks overlooking the mainland
in the moments we cherish
and the memories we are grateful for

My poetry is but an attempt to record feelings. All poems are written in one go. I do not tend to their aesthetic appeal, as that requires extra processing which detracts from my truth in the moment.