To Whom It May Concern,

To whom it may concern,

Remember our times?

Yes those.

I know you know 

What we know;

I was there.

I can't help but to laugh.

The songs, 

an epitome of what we were.

I don't mean to say 

we were of some significance,

but I'd hope that you'd at least

acknowledge some sort of -

I went through a [disclosed],

and then there was the [noun],

and I fell but you [verb].

O my! How I was so [emotion]!

Yes, that is how it was

and it will always remain.

Author's Note

One of my older poems but still one of my favorites. I figure it deserves an appearance. As always, any and all perceptions, ideas, what-have-you, are welcome.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A true and logical write.
"I can't help but to laugh.
The songs,
an epitome of what we were."
The above lines are true. Music is a major part of our life. Make some nights and days unforgettable. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kibbles and Quips]

Thanks, man! Yeah, I believe so as well. That's the theme of it. No matter how you might try and forget something, you will remember in some way or form.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right and you are welcome.