| Two Christmasses |
| It's funny how I practiced all the things I wanted to say to you as I was on my way over here...but the words left me stranded as I stood on your doorstep for the very last time. Of course it's not your doorstep any more. It's the doorstep of people I don't know, have never met... But on that day it was your step and I was there to say goodbye. I had put it off until the very last minute, half hoping that it wouldn't happen, knowing full well that it would...Oh, the choices we have to make...aren't they hard sometimes? You know that I wish you well, don't you? I never said it...I just stood in your hallway, hugged you and cried big fat tears all over your shoulder...too choked to speak, unable to utter even a single one of my well rehearsed words... I didn't want you to go, but of course I would never say that. That's only my selfish self wanting you to stay...when we both know that you are leaving for all the right reasons. And you will make a success of your new life, of course you will. All good things will happen for you; you deserve them and they will be yours...and you will share them in the occasional letter or phone call, and I will be glad for you. It's not goodbye really..just farewell. we will meet again... two Christmasses from now.That was my promise to you... and I will keep it. Not more than two Christmasses will pass until we see each other again...and I will tell you how much you have changed, and you will laugh and deny it...but you will have changed , as will I, because nothing remains unchanged with the passage of time...but two Christmasses, that is a good measure. |