Movies of old times run through the mind,
Reeling…
Riding bikes, until the streetlights shone.
Overnighters, so we did not feel alone.
First kisses, First loves
Sharing, in whispered laughs n’ childish tones.
Weddings, kids, the reunions grow
Into symphonic chaos, we all came to know.
Then time seems to separate,
What we all appreciate and love
Family and friends become distant,
No water boiling on the stove-
For gatherings, lunch or midday brunch
We whirlpool into this thing called life
Forgetting what’s left behind, times a crunch-
But that is a lie.
The question remains- seek or leave behind?
A voided call or text, Leaving one sad n’ sigh
Let not our priorities become vain
Leaving those behind in pain
Leave the material world in the wake
N’ return to genuine love, that’s not fake.
©️Stacia Lynn 10/14/2024
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