The way we were is who you are now.

The way we were electrified us. I sat across from him,
and had this crazy feeling we'd met. We had.
      "You're joking?"
      "Nooo way, Rhys - isn't it?"
      "Tom," I declared, placing the name over him like a command.
       I knew who he was, see? I'd created a face for him in my world,
and from house to home and on the road again - long lost brethren,
ol' pal Tom, from la la la long-long-long time ago, came up and hugged me.
       He was in his trademark flannelette hoodie, bum jeans and bearded -
and strikingly I was very much the same since I'd left him in England.
       We'd met plenty of places and times over there, memory fails to exact
certainty of each location - all blending into one episode in the sands of time
of our secretive, out-of-our-minds world conjured as journeymen.
       He wore a hushed and subdued manner, eyes fiercely startled by my presence.
       So I pressed on past our joint silence and said, "Tom, are you working
back 'ere?" He didn't need to brace the topic before I spoke for him,
"Ah, but you're still recording your E.P. aren't ya?"
        "Sure am," he agreed. And then he nodded to the beat of my phrasing suited to cater for a personality lukewarm, and soft of sound.