Sweet Notes From A Page

I think of you from time to time,

with great fondness and a smile.

There was a time I would have walked with you,

way beyond that walk-a-thon mile.

But now, after many years,

our lives have taken different paths.

And we’ve lived such blessed days,

when we each look upon our pasts.

So, it’s not about regrets or pains,

or decisions I would go back and change.

For whom we once were, are right now,

yesterday'd upon our stage.

I hear the timber of your young voice,

still a flautist’s song within my ears.

A lasting melody I’ll ne'er forget

through our January years.

It's so nice to think and ponder,

and reminisce for just a while.

So, know those affects you've had on me,

were sparked by your sweet smile.