The good byes will be tough. The closing the door behind us will be followed by a moment of silence.
When you say farewell do you rush back to the beginning and the excitement of the possibilities.
Some came to be. Some were just a wished for fantasy.
But then it became time to move on.
The ghosts then arrive.
The hauntings of what was there and what could have been there but was never given a chance.
The mind races. The heart pounds.
The joy and sadness become one emotion. A mixture that takes you to a pensive state of being.
It will always be there but it will also always be gone.
Only shadows now.
But you must move on.
That is why the present is the only place to reside.
I picked up the pictures and smiled.
The only thought that came to mind was one of thanksgiving.
The ageless experiment.