I think of you, probably more than I ought to admit.
Not in a weird and longing way, more as a fond memory of what once was.
Certain Moments cause brief reflections through my memory bank,
like glances of sky buckets or recollections caused from a song.
Do you remember the stories we would tell one another? The promises of a
lifelong friendship?
I know it is my doing that this never happened, and for that I am sorry.
What a friend you would have made!
At times, I think how differently things might have been
if a different path was chosen at life's fork
but looking now, I see the decision made, was the right path.
Thanks to Father time,
I don't know you anymore, and seeing your life through the glimpse
that's okay.
How differently my life would have been, how much I would have held you back
from doing what you love.
I mother children, you father travel.
I am so domesticated, so stationary,
You so outgoing and lively.
Our dreams and beliefs differ so,
How different we both are from what we once were.
I can't help but sneak a peak through your posts,
I can't help but wonder what you think of me when/if you look through mine.
I wish you well,
Sincerly I do,
Know that you will always be a memory to me, that I hold to my own.