Talking to your past- The face you grew apart from- The places you departed- The memories like rain Up on the roof
You’re talking back in time To a place where Once you laughed Once you joined together Made plans way in advance
What comes of conversations And glances beneath the veneer Of all the walls and bridges Put up between you Through the years? What can be brought back to life Or some resemblance of? Is there still a kind of light there Could it be the light of love?