9.3.13

Remembering

In the middle of dawn I remain awake
Rummaging through keepsakes and memories
Reminded of moments that passed through time
Those not forgotten and erased
Just hidden in a treasure box to be kept safe

Oceans and different directions
Creating gaps between confidants
However only physical and geographical
Invisible strings of the soul remain
Continuing the tangle and bond maintained

The times may gradually change us
Each thought may wander where ever
But once in a while a soft nudge
Heartstrings pulled back to reminisce, to recollect
And realizing friendships pure and true we hold still

~melancholik