Remembrance

It isn’t a matter of
Remembrance or forgetfulness
It is something beyond these
Temporary standings
As time flies past, it
Transforms all of us, we
Do not realise until , we
Glance through the windows
Of, illuminating memories,
Where a long lost feeling, still
Flickers in the darkness of ,
Each passing night,
Where some familiar rituals
Still are devotedly followed,
Where those intriguing eyes,
Still look through the soul,
Where your heart is capable of
Missing a single pulse, on
Seeing again a quite familiar face,
No, it isn’t a matter of
Remembrance or forgetfulness,
It is something beyond.