Will we keep our friendship around our necks
Or store it on the curio shelf?

Isn’t that a question we can never
Truly answer until time has slipped away.

I’d like to think of course,
It’s written on our skin, on our hearts,

But how can we be sure we can keep carrying
The burdens of our youth

When some are quick to store away
Each other in a forgotten memento box.

I remember you.

I miss our time, our exploration,
There were worlds traveled and life

Was too big for the lot of us.

We told stories, wrote unseen novels for
A future that was never ours.

I still hear you. How are you doing?