I look at all your photos, and now, there are others; children, grandparents, extended family, wives, husbands, lovers.... new friends, they are all there with you. I don't know them, just you.
Maybe I passed you in the hallway in 10th or 11th grade. Or, maybe you were with me at the top of a peak or the bottom of an alley, or perhaps riding the bus together on our way to college, or later accepting an award at a ceremony.
Maybe we were in the Bahamas, Jamaica, Asia, or Europe. Who can remember? But,, I still do. Yes, All of it! Who can forget? Maybe I knew you longer and we remained connected. Maybe we still do or try at least. Then, I saw you in a Manhattan bar, or halfway around the world in another country, when we bumped into each other getting off the ferry. Perhaps, 20 years later, I saw you at the wake of a mutual friend. Maybe we mourned together.
Once when we all had money and expensive cars, and no children of our own to guard, we kept up connections. We added to the river of laughter. But they ran to the sea. Now, I wonder why one or two words rush back, to remind me how easy life was back in the beginning before the world rushed in, laughing more than anything else, but we laughed, too loud, too long, and the entire planet noticed. The cities called out to us, to reach further than any of our peers, so we pushed forward. We moved on.
I post photos too. But maybe, no one can see I have not changed. But it's sort of a riddle. Hiding behind the lines and cracks in my skin - my photos betray me. My eyes, the windows to my soul yearn for you to see me too and remember. I feel no different, but, all good things must end, and soon those lines on my face will win. And, your memory of me, of us, it will fade.
We all live under the same blue sky, no matter where, and Facebook keeps your eyes shining, at least for now. My sense of longing grows, and I even embrace the sadness, but, more often, it is fleeting. There's only ether to embrace. At least, I have those same eyes I have always known, and there you are, my old friend.
We were much younger then, and I never knew how things would end, like so many trains running off all their tracks friends all of us, slipping away. But, we can never forget the sky above us, the same one that unites us all, disrespectful of time, so blue. And as we age, that sky, sometimes black, comes back to remind me, that I can see your eyes in the darkness too, and it was not so long ago, was it?
You posted one last time, and they still shine through. I know you. I always will. You were my friend. You ARE my friend. So, hang on, and call out my name, or reach out to your new family of friends, or again, yell it out to the sky if you must! I'm here if you need me, like sometimes I need you.
So, as the moments pass, keep the faith, and those deep burning eyes that remind me they belong to a friend, they will still be there. And, yes, thanks to Facebook, I can still see you in all of your photos with those strangers I will never meet. But, thanks for introducing me anyway.
As our young ones take our place, so much sooner than we'd like, I come to understand that, that's the way love is. In our house, sometimes, when my teen, with her teenage mind can focus for a moment, I point you out, I recall our stories, and share the good times and memories we had together in those younger days, with my family. They do not forget you!
If we're even a little lucky, a little blessed, our stories and traditions carry on; Facebook, our neo cave drawings will over time, distort and splinter. But, I enjoyed. I've enjoyed loving our friendship and writing this to you, no matter the cave, or where the winds blow this, after we’re long gone, as the eons must pass.
I am here, under the blue sky. I will hear you, so don't be shy! If you see my burning eyes in a photo or two, or I see yours as I always do, I'll give you a "Like", give me one too. Better yet, and, my past lives having been stored away, beyond the scream of the noisy world, and under this silent browser, I will remember you! I will see your burning eyes. I will hear your call. I promise. I will remember you, and I promise to "click" till all my human strength leaves me. I will see your burning eyes.