I think of friends near and far over distance and away in time.

What separates us is still permeable, our friendship not lost nor thrown away Whilst we remain yet apart, our daily thoughts and hopes remain vibrant of joyful times yet spent.

Maybe on hold, maybe grown cold, possibly on mute or pause, but whatever the status, in our hearts I am sure for those who once cupped our souls with warmth, there is verily a kindly mention.

We may put ourselves away, we may stray from what makes us friends, as we seek out what life has to offer, and what joy, what value we may bring to this life, to others.

Despite our divergent paths, those idiosyncrasies like bits of personality DNA give us up, each so fragile, yet together bound so strongly, so identifiably ourselves we are never not the persons that drew us each to one another those years ago, only yesterday.

To our true selves we always return, intrinsically we regather our memories, the iconic moments that drew us together initially, a page in time and space where each relationship blossomed and placed its mark on our lives.

We nurture those sweet reminiscings, saccharine addiction perhaps, but let's not lull in the bliss of the past, let's taste today's kiss of mystery, hope, and delayed possibilities, break through the permeate, there is time.

Name a place, I am there today, put those kindling thoughts away momentarily, Stoke the fire in which the memories are built, and spend some time with me today, with you, with me, us.