Old Friend by: Sann

He came by yesterday to visit our son. His face looking haggard and tired. His hair growing long and bushy. Not much words exchanged between us. I could tell he's been drinking again. My heart sank more so from pity. I waited to feel any life within me, waited to see what concoctions of emotions are brewing within. Nothing. True love has faded and what's left is the love for an old friend. I don't hate him, I don't hate what has happened to our marriage. What I hate more is the reality that love comes and goes. People change. We take different paths and different directions. Love dies from neglect. We sometimes fall in-love with potentials. The heart sometimes overules the mind. And most of all, the soulmate concept may not be as attainable as one hopes. I offered him lunch and after that, I offered to cut his hair just like old times.... Still not much words were exchanged. I watched his long curls drop gracefully on our patio tile. Slowly the wind blew it away...whereto? Out in the open where it's finally free to move with the wind.