reminiscing the past

and i wondered what was today.

it's been a very long time since i've written anything, perhaps, that, is a good thing.
perhaps it is from my friends' lives i suddenly remember how fortunate i am, how blessed.
and wonder. if i'm as good a friend to them as they are to me.

the past, we seem to all be reminiscing
and yet know the futility of it all.
i sit here and wonder if my friends, do they look back because they miss it?
or wonder, like me, cos we still can't understand it.

is it only when we have something else before we can look back without longing?
what makes it last, what makes it end?
and yet time moves on,
leaving us laggards behind

and there you are again, my dinner partner,
how did you know i was missing you?
i love you.