Drifted
From planes of reality to
The extent of our imaginations
Defining each other
Sounding off – sharing
We found ourselves
Searching, strolling
Sometimes staggering
On a path of similar direction
For now, he is no stranger
The ink we spill so
Selfish
Insatiable is my song
However imperfect the pitch
Our words – how ever permanent
Soon fade
Just as distance provokes a shout
And mountains mimic us in echo
I heard you as you spoke
Of tomorrow’s memories