Casual words, they may impart,
Just passing moments, filling the heart.
But beneath the surface, a deeper art,
A treasury they build, close to their heart.
Each fleeting chat, a memory to hold,
Laughter and stories whispered and bold.
Distance may linger, a foe to behold,
But these conversations, like threads of gold,
Weave a tapestry, warm and bright,
Of moments shared, a beacon of light.
For when they're apart, in day or night,
These cherished memories will hold them tight.