Sometimes there comes a moment when you remember those with whom life divorced you a long time ago ...
Or an old notebook with a signature accidentally falls right into your hands ...
But the fuss takes its toll, and many years pass, you remember - and you realize that you are late ...
Instead of landline phones, it’s been cell phones for a long time, and you can’t recognize the number ...

But ... there are those whom you will never meet again ...
And not at all because I forgot the name ... I just changed my place of residence, stepping over the line ...
So, this is how the card of life fell out ...
There will be other meetings, acquaintances - and partings ...
But I want meetings to take place - before it's too late ...
While still here, for now - you want to meet ...
Our whole life consists of meetings, acquaintances, farewells, and again - meetings ...
And - recognition ...
It happens like this - you seem to see a person for the first time, but the feeling that you have known each other for a thousand years ...
And for some reason it becomes so cozy, warm, as if you are comfortably settled in your favorite rocking chair, covered with a blanket ...
It happens? Not so often, but that's why such meetings-recognitions are remembered ...
And I shout to you - "Hi!" through years and distances, and I hope to meet ...
Someday, and somewhere - here or beyond ...