Once again we meet by the window side. We stare pleasantly across the glass.
As usual you make faces as I laugh along with the beat of my earphones. Our
images connect in comprehension. But once again, it’s time for goodbyes. As
my music fades away, you fade along with it.
They say goodbyes are the start of a new beginning, but I believe we never ended.
I still hold a wish deep in my heart–a hope. My hope is that we will meet again. I’m
sure of it as day turns to night. As sure as life and death. My hope continues to grow
as memories of you flood over our glass window. I may not have been able to hear.
You may not have been able to see. But I hope we will each be able to convey words
and images lost across that window side. Words and images that conveyed for the last
time a goodbye and you–my hope.