Obsessed I Find Myself, I Can’t Deny

The ghosts of laughter, whispers in the past,
Old friends’ faces, forever cast,
On the silver screen of memory’s hold,
A flickering story, never fully told.

Obsessed I find myself, I can’t deny,
With days gone by, beneath a summer sky,
Secrets shared, beneath a willow’s bough,
Adventures woven, somehow, somehow.

Their voices echo in the quiet night,
Inside jokes spark, a fading light,
Paths diverged, lives took different turns,
Yet their absence burns, like forgotten hymns.

Is it the joy we had, the bond so strong?
Or fear of future’s lonely, mournful song?
Perhaps a yearning for a simpler time,
When laughter rang, unburdened by life’s climb.

But dwelling on the past, a gilded cage,
Can trap the present, steal its vibrant stage.
For friendships, like the seasons, must evolve,
New chapters written, stories to resolve.

So let me hold the memories, bittersweet,
But turn my gaze, where future pathways meet.
For though old friends may drift upon the tide,
New connections bloom, side by side.

Remember, friend, the past is just a guide,
A tapestry of moments, where you thrived.
Embrace the present, weave your threads anew,
And let old friendships fade, with love, not rue.