In Passing

Good people will come and go, and we only ever truly know each other in passing.

I have

I've done a whole lot of walking to find my way back to this very point, and I have much walking left to do if I'm ever to make it to where I initially set out to go.

I'm forgetting how to sleep alone. It's been about a month now since the pain has been gone and I think I could learn to live with out the sick feeling being by myself brings.

Moving On.

"I'm not sad anymore." -The Wonder Years

In the embers of a setting sun, I remembered what once was. It came to me like a vision, or perhaps just a reminder, you must return.

Too Soon But Long Overdue

I'd stopped counting the years since we were all in the same place. Due to fights over money and some side businesses we had divided up into loose knit factions. No one could agree on who owed what or even why anymore. We only knew that we would avoid each other.

Saturday night something changed. I found myself sitting around an oak table at a shitty bar laughing; all of us together again. We drained our glasses and relived our history. We talked about lovers, of conquests and losses, of new plans and old dreams we dared not let die, and it felt like we'd never spent all those years apart.

Some of us aren't here anymore, and I can't help but wonder if we had all stuck together if we could have seen it coming and somehow prevented it. I'm pretty sure they all think it, I'm positive they all feel the same way.

Nonsense!

Some nights I miss her more than others and those are the hardest ones for me to get through. I remember the fever dreams vividly. Waking up to sheets soaked through with sweat in the middle of January. The only thing I wanted then was a familiar voice to tell me I would be alright even though it was that same voice saying goodbye that got me here.