Requiem

I’m always remembered at the end. 

Old acquaintances, colleagues and strangers. Not one friend. 

But the ones I did connect with was on a level that was in the traditional sense “a friendship”, but it also was something much more. 

It never did become more because you let it be. 

You gave them space

They deserved it. 

They didn’t know it but you offered them a way out always. 

and now, 

A memory leads back to you. 

A good memory leads back to you.

You shared a special place and you were good. 

That in itself is my requiem.