I keep thinking about some of the close friends I and we, used to have. People who have been in my life for 5, 8 years, more than a decade... just gone.
Moved on with their lives. Living and just leaving me an' Wash behind to, what?
Do they ever think of us? Of what we might be going through? Or knowing that I'm still a person, and a friend and I did- maybe do?- still care?
The human condition so confuses me. I wish it were easier to just shut it all out and sleep. It is not.