Hollows of my soul lies fragments of br love that has not been forgotten br br Traveling along life's road has never br changed the foundation inwhich set br it free to begin with but rather experienced br a life without the roots of its soul br br AS we each age and life now begins its br new channel and each looking back, with br bliss, and with memories that are filled br with the right potion for preserverence br WE each are locked into this ever so br powerfull web that has maintained itself br all these years br br But as our time now is runinng on its flip side br One element I have not prepared myself for br and that is when one of us should go, how br will we know, or how will it affect us br br These questions are starting to perplex br my imagination, and at times I dread br picking up the obituary, funny, but I think br you know what I am refering to br br Our souls were so intertwined for so many br years apart, but somehow the other always br new, and could except, but the exceptance br of a non existance is a solitude of yesterdays br existance.........