Memories are creations of convenience

I don’t know whether you remember me at all, for any reason.

Memories are creations of convenience
That life, in your or any other form,
Makes for its comfort and smooth flow.

So, now, trying to know each other close from far away,
When we are not together as mates
Through the unknown and forgotten memories.

Heard you are in here, strangely.
I too am here in for the last long period.
As a stranger wayfarer.

A wayfarer is a wayfarer's friend.

Strangers have all rights and chances to be friends each other
Especially when they are on strange paths of knowing unknown.

So, requesting you to be in touch.