A Silly Rhyme...

It's been years,
Yet the whispers in my ears,
Seem as fresh as they can be.

It appears,
Though we live in different spheres,
You still can't help but visit me.

You ask not, but take my time,
Coaxing out of me a silly rhyme,
And when I try to participate,
I only flounder in memories in spate.

Then, you leave as you come,
In between some nostalgic hum,
Yet, you create quite a stir,
Though I am, and you only were.