Nackflips

I flip back pages
of childhood journals
diaries and lovenotes.
Handwriting
I don't recognise anymore
screams out at me
laughs at me
moans and whispers
wishes forlornly.
The scratches on leaves
evolve
like veins on palms
age
valleys we've transversed
tears long forgotten
happy
sad
our lost childhoods.

Just a simple poem, nothing big. Impact? Stirs up memories? Tell me!