I saw an old friend today.
She was walking out of church as I was walking in.
She didn't notice me, the girl walking a little apart from everyone else, a few steps behind.
That's alright, I guess I've changed.
Perhaps she did, too.
I didn't call out, didn't stop to chat. I just kept walking, like I never saw her.
We were strangers now.
She was my best friend. I don't think she knew that.
I hope she's doing alright now.
She deserves a nice life.
She was a good person. Is.
I can't help but wonder.
What would've happened, if I hadn't drifted away when I did?
All good things must come to an end, I suppose.
I saw an old friend today.
