Not On Memories

Not solely on memories as you say
But on memories and each other to fill our days
Not to grow old slow and alone until over is our stay
But to together see the seasons turn back to whence they came
Not by cursing the empty luck that takes us our separate ways
But by basking in the destiny that crises-crosses our paths again and again
Not for losing hope of seeing one another and just walking away
But for trusting in the magic that always ensures we meet each other half way