An Old Friend
Ξ April 8th, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Musings |
An old friend came to visit today. Such joy. An old friend who knew me when we both were young. She scaled the stairs a bit slow this time, not the old Olympic contender swimmer as before. Her joints a bit achy. She arrived, but not out of breath. We embraced.
You look so much better than the last time! I confessed.
Thank you, she said.
We sat on my couch. She was once in love with me. I thought many of our contemporaries didn’t make into the third destiny. We called out the names of friends who passed away. It made us feel very special suddenly, like survivors guilt, how come we are still standing? After all we are still in the sixties, pushing seventy. Not so old if you think about it. Sixty-eight must be the new fifty-eight. Who knows? Doesn’t matter. […]
Original post by Z Budapest and software by Elliott Back
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