culmination

It’s not goodbye.  I promise it’s not goodbye.  It’s not the end.  The show is over but it’s not the end.  It can’t be.

I like you too much to lose you to time and space.  I know how these things work.  “Call me!  We’ll set something up.”

But then life intervenes.  And other stories start and our feet start to travel along other paths.  Good paths but different.

I’m not ready to say goodbye.  I’m not ready to see the lights go out.  I’m not ready for the slow fade of our friendship.

Please.  The show must go on?