Trying best but getting nowhere fast. The necklace of meetings hang heavy around the neck without sparkle of the spirit within. So I sit by the window and reflect upon the past week.
My friend of 18 months leaves the country today. A part of me wants to spend the whole day with him, but I decide against it.
All meetings must come to an end. True value of relationship is only revealed at the end.
How sad do I feel? Very. Do I have any regrets? No. Should I have done things better? Always but I did the best I could. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that at all. Or maybe I should have. Did we have the best of the times together? Yes. Am I sad to see you go? Yes. Will we ever see each other again? Not likely. Will you miss me? Yes. Goodbye with loved ones is always bittersweet. Sweet memories blend with the parting bitterness.
The chest shakes as the tear rolls down into the heart. Swells form and turn violent … eventually decreasing in size and gentler in their peaks. White caps disappear. Sea foams dissipate. The tear rolls into the calming ocean reflecting against the shades of pink and blue, its way of saying goodbye to the light of the day. It’s time to welcome the darkness of the night. The light extinguishes, and the pink turns crimson just before turning deep blue of mystery.
The fragility of the heart turns into another memory of the past, marked with another goodbye.
The sun will rise again tomorrow, and today will become a distant past soon enough. The space you used to take up will shrink in size, and we will soon let others in to fill our necklace of meetings and goodbyes. The bead representing our time is full of color and luster. It shines brightly with the lightness of our joys, the tenderness of our friendship.
Tomorrow is yet another day, and I’m not quite sure what it will bring. Maybe a friend, maybe not. Fare thee well.