There are times when you don’t truly belong anywhere. You flit from one group of friends to other, each one crowded and full to it’s brim. But they all welcome you, that casual hey to a regular acquaintance. And it ends there. A regular conversation a couple of laughs and you depart. They ain’t gonna pull your hand or ask you where you are off to, but as you slip into the darkness the absence is neither truly felt nor acknowledged.
It is a gesture reserved for the closest, the great or even the beautiful
It’s a gesture I haven’t encountered in a long time..