The days when we would happily bounce around town together are long gone. Now we get brief snippets of time we gobble up like hungry beasts. Then we return to the rhythm of long-distance phone calls and occasional four-day visits in whatever town you call home. We manage to keep our bond tight knowing we are both where we need to be, doing what we need to be doing. But today, packing up the car once again, I find myself aching for some of those carefree moments of youth we once shared. I would love to hear the clip-clop of plastic heels on the kitchen floor just one more time and catch a glimpse of days long past when we strode side by side effortlessly, smiles broad and free.
last dish in the cupboard
dreaded farewell upon us
smell of fresh paint in every corner