Walking the streets where thoughts hang out,

I saw a few that had promise.

We talked a bit and reminisced

Of times long gone and almost forgotten.

He said a couple of friends that are here,

Eager to refresh these days almost lost.

He called them over and we talked a while,

Bits and pieces started to come together.

After much discussion, a story emerged,

It didn't quite fit the past that I knew.

Elements were there, facts were weak,

Which left me with much work to do.

I thanked them all for their kind help,

But I must move on in this quest,

To find the missing pieces of days gone bye,

That seem may never be captured in this life.