A Melody

A melody was created within me, by knowing you, and it remains. I hope we stay connected and OK, no matter how it works out with others. It takes some faith to keep anything viable for a lifetime. You ignore me, which probably accounts for our longevity. How could we become stale? It's not the souvenirs and memories, we keep that matter. It's the story behind them. Why I like the birds so much, they don't just tell their stories, they sing them. Thinking of you from time to time, creates a humm of satisfaction, drawn from a resevoir inside. But the anticipation of drawing near to you from a distance, always started an inner voice to sing. Like nature's messenger's singing their stories celebrating spring, proclaiming a familiar friend is returning, after the long winter season that lingered too long.