progression

it's been years.

i've grown up and so have you.

but you died long ago, my friend.

the ashes of conversations we once could have had,

the memories of a relationship that never existed.

i find it hard to believe that any of the people i've met

or those i've simply brushed up against

or ever shared the same air space with

wasn't supposed to have shared the same experience with me.

this is meant to happen

simply because it is.

so enjoy it

don't worry so much about the, "why?"

as much as the, "what to do next?"