a chill

As I glance at the pages of the book, a face on the page catches my eye.
The image allows vivid memories of another time and of days long lost to escape from the dungeon of my memory.
We were once so close.

A time of closeness has now been replaced by distance.
Enough time has passed to no longer know your face.
Could I pass right by you tomorrow and not know you were there
like two ghosts who pass and leave behind just a chill in the air?


~*~ Jennilee LC ~*~ (4/30/2007)