Friends and outsiders call it history..
The time, the years that lie between us.
The picture of it, an intricate maze and mystery..
Something unexplicable that came to pass.
When apart, we live our seperate lives,
perchance allow our interest,our very hearts to stray!
Bruising one the other with deceit, needless lies.
Hoping, praying that somehow the bond will melt away!
But then beneath futile affection
for someone different, someone new
lie the solid roots of the old attraction!
A love, friendship experieced by few…
Without intent or thought we slowly
drift ,as involuntary drawn together again..
The one without the other not lost, but lonely..
Sharing thoughts, sharing time, thus keeping sane!