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?