I lost touch with you. It happens. Somtimes you really like someone. Sometime you love them, but you can't hold on. Life tears at you, pulls you away, sends you reeling off in another direction with another group of someones.
Every now and then we pass each other, pushed and pressed by momentum and inertia apart too fast to do anything but turn the head, make eye contact. Was that you? Did you see me? How are you? Where have you been? Where are you going? Hello. Goodbye.
Sometimes I think about that night we left out the window, for no good reason, and set off across town toward my old house. It was so cold. We could have died. I still have the rough scar of the frost bite on my cheek, though it's not as visible as it once was. How can we be glad we did things like that? Crazy and stupid. Lucky to get out with our skin. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
But it's not just you and me. It's so many people, isn't it? You have to choose and hold on tight. I don't regret my choices, but I regret my limited capacity to hold on. I wish I could have held more.
In my mind the end comes with me running across a big field. Ahead there is a multitude of people waiting. I'm getting close. I'm smiling.
Hello, friends. How are you?
Later. Love.
