Echoes of Us - A Conversation in Time
In the quiet corridors of time, echoes call, A familiar voice, a shared memory's thrall. Hey there, it's been a while, hasn't it? Thoughts of us, where moments still fit.
The hands of the clock dance gracefully, As I ponder what was, what could be. Life's tapestry weaves stories untold, A narrative of us, precious and bold.
Reflections ripple through the quiet hours, Contours of laughter, like fragrant flowers. I've thought a lot about us, you see, The dance of our souls, a symphony.
Life's lessons etched upon the heart, In the gentle artistry of a fresh start. Can we talk, unravel the whispers of time, Explore the verses of an unwritten rhyme?
A canvas of possibilities, strokes of fate, In the silence, the anticipation is great. What might still be, what could unfold, As our stories continue to be told.
So here's an invitation, sincere and true, To converse, to share, just me and you. In the spaces between what was and might be, Let's explore the depths of possibility.
