Letter to the world

Hello Old Friend,

sometimes we're like strangers
sitting in an old pub,
just exchanging stories and you tell me
of others like myself who've passed by and beyond.
I tell you of others like you who exist all over my mind, who rise and fall to the whims of fancy.
we like those others, but we're partial to each other, aren't we, my friend?
do you think we'll remember each other after I've slept for the last time?
maybe not.
but I'm sure when you sit with someone else just here, I'll still be here, one of your stories about your others.

from, just a man passing by...