Dear Self, I step into quiet space, gentle melancholy. Nostalgic rememberings, life chapters, closed. A dear friend, past lover, voice reached days ago. Shared words, now distant echoes; Lives, grown independent. First love's touch, Heartstrings in ways no other. Feeling, both tender and tinged sweet. A first's song, Knows primal rhythm the heart's deep. No matter where the past, present evermore. That past lover, dear friend, cherished. Shaped the love we each are today, knowing rarities, blossomed, imbued. Love, Self