Familiarity, a Reminiscing

What is it about me that I cannot place you in the picture painted by the years  the life has already spent? Are you merely stopping by  Passing the time (maybe charmed)  Then leave later at the frown of sundown Or at the smile of dawn? I wonder. Still, amazed more than bewildered Finding myself moment for moment Pondering if you are staying, dreaming that perhaps    you        are           meant               to                  stay. Then, stay. If you may I pray. While I find a place (for us) in the picture of eternities, the gods must be hiding, conspiring; themselves amusing. Ah, the grand scheme of things-              A forgetting. A familiar spirit we feel-             A remembering.