They both knew it was a forever good-bye. No meeting again. No walks years later, laughing and talking about lives lived. No communication. No interconnection.
Severing of friendship, of love. They hugged each other crying. No platitudes. No it’s been great. Our relationship is so special. I’ll miss you. I’ll think of you.
They stood on the corner where they first met. The only bit of sentimentality allowed. Both were realists. No heads in the clouds.
An observer should see two people, clinging to each other, faces wet, shoulders wet. Hear the tears and the sniffling. Be moved by the demonstration of love and devotion.
But, an ordinary observer would see none of this. The street corner would be empty until someone passed by.
You see, I’m no ordinary observer. I knew the reason for the good bye and the finality of it. Two ghosts, friendship grown over hundreds of years. One to finally pass over. The other to wait.
I gave them extra time to say good bye. Friends like this should be allowed that time.
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Bastet: Thank you for inviting me to we drink because we’re poets. I will miss your friday prompts, but realize that we all need breaks! Hope we could collaborate again some time!