Recalling the time it is made...
Recalling the reason it is made...
Recalling the person who it was made for...
It fades through time...
And resurfaces...
Like a ball at sea,
Which will nvr reach the beach...
At least, for nw...
After thoughts...
And more thoughts...
I realize, feelings can't be denied....
And the promise,
Is still held...
By a thread of hope...