BETWEEN FOUR JUNCTIONS

smiled at each other, building a silence yet not needing anything to be said. I’d almost given up on Mitch, because I’d given up on myself long ago and it had seemed too silly to keep the memories of him. There’d been a sadness growing inside me, but I hadn’t dared to let it out, because there’d been no one to let it out to. Yet here was a friend that I’d lost to the simplicity of age. We’d drifted apart gently with no real goodbye. If I’d known that one evening before Mitch went to school that that was the end, I would have told him a thousand things. But would that have made a difference? Because now we only have memories of years and years ago. And that’s all that keeps us together. But there is still hope.