Echoes

When I see photos of old friends, I remember. They are like echoes, bouncing within a small space in my head that refuses to fill. I remember friendships long dead, their ashes scattered far and wide by the winds of change. And then I suddenly feel sad, like the times we enjoyed together came to nothing. Like they were vanity. I mourn the opportunity lost, and pray to God for others.

Not all friendships last forever. Some will die. Some will carry on. But now with Facebook, they will never be forgotten.