Some people have skeletons in their closet, but when I open my closet I don’t see bones. I see faces. Faces in pictures that hold a significant frame in time. I don’t have skeletons, I have memories. I have papers with words and drawings. I have bracelets, trinkets, and mementos, but what I truly have and cherish is a promise that was asked of me.
I hope she’s okay.
I hope she has contacts.
I hope she is enjoying her Uke.
I hope she get hired.
I hope she smiles today.
I hope all her ambitions work for her.
I hope she moves on.
I hope neither of us gets too weak and breaks no contact.
I hope that one day, after years of not talking, maybe we can meet by accident. Maybe then we can be friends.