Saying Goodbye

Gray matched my mood as I said goodbye, standing in the chill wind, my mouth unsmiling. We had this friendship for many years; some years better than others, and I learned a lot from her, but our friendship was ending. 

She was choosing a different direction. I didn’t want to walk beside her during this season in her life. Her moods, like the weather, had become unpredictable. My relationship with her began to distort like how rain blurs the street view on the windows. 

She didn’t know my goodbye was permanent today. With the distance, the natural course of things, our friendship would fade and disappear, leaving a vague reminder of good times.

There is always Facebook.