Friends On Chat

DAYS PASS frought of memories,
Of a man I meet first on chat.
Story goes pith and spontaneous,
Where prophetic end seems unclear.

Fairy tales have their own witch,
Our story goes with one indeed!
Sundry verdicts of good and bad,
Imbue of dreams, let those pass!

We incessantly sail on a long trek,
Stay with me and forget the rest..