Thoughts

streams of thoughts
hits consciousness
a deluge akin
half written notes
cascading recollection
of past encounters

of people met
held and precious
letting go and leaving
after a tantrumed goodbye
or tearful farewell
before freshly dug soil

tapestry of colours
woven from lessons
looked at again
pondered upon
sadly or in amusement
depending on what's seen

In my thoughts
I wish I met you
travelling down the path
of life, riding destiny
living, loving, laughing
dancing with Fate

You...names I haven't heard
You... faces I've never seen
You...paths I haven't crossed
the crowds of you, never met.