Does it feel like it has been years,

Can we really count time

If the passing minute of a loved smile is measured

In only infinities combined

Perhaps the time we spend away or together

Can not be determined

We can't keep all of it forever

A part is bound to be left behind

Nor can we help but treasure

The top tens, repeat, hit rewind

I won't mind the lost hours however

So that we know where to find

Here's to save the feeling, preserved outside grey matter

For when we miss again,

A timestamp snapshot designed to trigger

The greatest hits of a dearest friend.