Idle thoughts....

Some days, past conversations come back to visit, like
old friends stopping by. Pulling up a chair on the porch,
glass of tea in hand.... to remind of words passed.

During the day.... a sound or a phrase can trigger the memory,
then it swims to the surface, aligning with our thoughts and
joining past to present. Sometimes.... when the person spoken
with had a deep hold on our soul.... the recall can stop us dead
in our tracks. Taking over perception, like a hand on your heart,
warming it with a touch.

I've heard it said no one is truly dead, as long as they remain in their friends
memories. Even as that may be true, so is this: No one is truly
separated from you, when you carry them tight to your heart.

Each word, a gift that comes back again and again, digging
deeper with each refrain. Each moment spent together, a vision
which later joins again.