Paths accidentally touching
Creating ripples on the pond
Only to fade into the silence.
Seemingly once so real.
But only as real as a dream.
And eventually, like a dream, lost to the fog of time?
Words ricocheting in an empty room.
Am I to you, as distant and far away, as if on another planet, as you feel to me?
The word 'distant memory' taking on a whole new dimension.I no longer need ask, "Can you hear me now?"