My friend, I let our friendship lapse. So I am more of an acquaintance, that you might run into and say I remember you.
Except I won’t run into you. There’s no time left.
I will forever remember your friendship, that you offered me, when my friends are always few. Your smile, your laugh. Your quick mind. The time you gave me a five (three?) second shoulder massage and it was the most amazing touch I have ever felt. I’ve spent hundreds in pursuit of a masseuse that has your insight and not found one.
Mostly, though, you’re just there. In the fabric of my life. Woven into the memories of one of the best time periods of my life. I still dream of begging you for a temporary summer position or stopping by work to visit, even though I never did.