think of me, of us, some time
bandying of thoughts will do
let them sidle up close to you
just as we did not so long ago
then come and gaze again at
the light residing in my eyes
then tell me if your reflection
shines with crystalline truth
some time, think of us, of me
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 14th, 2026 05:51
- Category: Friendship
- Views: 38
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Comments6
I wonder at times it old friends remember as I do. Those thoughts carry so much nostalgia. Well written my friend
I so get that, Soren. We seem to be the type to remember much more than others would. 🙏🏻🕊️
Nostalgic write much enjoyed
Thank you dear friend. 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
Good write A. Aww, why they never think of me? Cos I threaten to sing to them. lol.
Full chorale! 🤪
What a tender and beautifully restrained piece, my friend. Memory becomes an invitation to look again and discover whether the former connection still illuminates both people. Quietly powerful work, arqios. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Light ‘er up man! 🙏🏻🕊️
A Lovely Write here. 👍
Thanks Kevin🙏🏻🕊️
Your welcome.
Memory, how could we exist without it? And yet sages tell us we are not the memories. Another paradox?!
Paradoxically yours 🤩
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