Asking Myself Why

I sat down to write a letter to an old friend of mine, someone I had not seen for thirty or forty years. Only realizing as I put pen to paper how the years had flown by, though it only seem like yesterday we had met on the street and had a long chat together. I realized then to my regret that I did not know if they were alive or dead. If they were gone, yet another thread to my past had disappeared forever. A curtain of sadness fell over me as my memories re-enacted moments from so long ago, moments that will never return. My pen hovered above the paper and no words could I write as my mind clouded with memories of friends I had let go. It's so easy to say see you later, when half the time we never do. Then comes today like now and you realise there maybe no later. Those friends of yesterday maybe gone and only reside within your memories. Tears glazed my eyes and I gave a silent sigh. I wondered how may more times will I ask myself why in the passing of time. Why I just sat and let them go. 25 February 2012