There are places within each of us which are not our own.
They are shared with the presence of others.
But, as our journey in life grows longer,
Increasingly those places are filled with absence.
And at those times when night refuses to let us in,
The voices of absence often speak,
Regularly bringing tears and joy in equal measure.
But to have someone to sit with in memory,
Where our long ago days have secretly gathered,
Enables an enduring contact between worlds.