Faces Of My Past

Just lately for some reason faces of old, friends who have passed away flicker across my memory constantly day after day. Sometimes I even dream of them. Holding conversations with them there. I know of late that I’ve been feeling lonely within myself. It could be the past I yean for once more. A past unattainable, something that has gone forever. The more I think of it, the more the faces I see. In quiet moments I sit like I’ve always done and try to concentrate, but the faces of the past begin to reappear again. It would seem like the past doesn’t want to let me go and times then races by. Before you know, the quiet space has all but gone. 21 February 2008