Chronos, tánatos y eros

Some people make us realise things withouth even realising.

Things past can't always stay past, nor can they always remain our present.
Friends come and shake my hands;
Things present, things past,
nothing constant,
nothing still.


And yet, here you are, you thought I'd forgotten all about you. Perhaps I had.
Good to see you again friends. So long, goodbye, 'til we meet again in our dreams.