The memories,
The past.

All gone now.

Maybe yet to come.

Oh how I wish I could hold onto those memories,
Rather than their free-floating escape,
The times, clear in my mind,
The stop,
Lingering conversations,
Jokes and silly times.
Singing along,
And all the while,
Those deep chats,
About intracacies, unknown and known.

Oh how the memories,
Like the time.
Thinking in the mind.

A time gone,
Maybe not long,
Memories held,
Times free-floating.
A future to come,
Whereever it takes me.