Where Young

We are young, you and I;
the epitome of style,
justified by our place
in society’s higher.

We are young, you and I,
and spend many breathings
of our hearts without
seeing one -others’ movings,
though know we are
but voices away,
in feelings of warmth
long past any normal home’s
bedtime.

We are young, you and I,
here to be as fore-thought
memories: the times
in change’s grasp
as seasons looked
from distant past..

and I hold these times,
as real as you,
and know they are
but many in few
fleeted glimpses of
what makes us Us
and who we are
as who we were
before.

Sorry for the disjointed style; it doesn’t flow for me, either. The message is out, though, and I can rework it later.