Day 113: Simply Shared

I was reminded today about something we often take for granted most days. The beauty of a conversation and a bench I shared . It is while thinking about it that I realized something which may be obvious to quite a few. It is the idea of shared moments and experience, something that does not have the value we attach with it individually but is more meaningful when shared with someone. With it is a conversation with a trusted friend, or whether it is opening up to someone new the moment inherits a quality by the virtue of being shared between two or more people. And so I write to these acts of kindness if you allow me to, these shared benches and conversations alike and some shared moments that we write to from time to time

Simply Shared
We are edges of a bench we shared,
We are like conversations about which the world didn't care
And yet we were written down like a sleepy morning tale which finds no sleep,
Among stories that puts you to bed, and a restless night dark and deep

In places far, far away and times long, long ago,
We all had some places to be, and we all had places to go.
We were busy with building bits and pieces of a memory that holds,
Some that maybe be faded in time, but stays as we grow old.

We have revisited some places someday, benches and chairs in the library lay still,
They are reminders of warm memories at times, and sometimes just of empty spaces to fill.
Do you write with me , with colors we can all see,
Do you paint with me within the lines, and yet seem to write perfect poetry

To the shared moments I write tonight or today,
To the music we listen to as we hit rewind and replay
We are constant changes in our own head at times,
We are simply shared with no reason and sometimes with no rhyme.