The first time you walk the corridor you meet a stranger. A smile flickers shyly and a friend is made. Whether it be through association, off the cuff brash bravery or sheer boredom that allows the courtesy of friendship to unfold. It is real- it is felt.
Then; unbeknown st the feelings fade, the flicker dims, the smile is more tightly formed. The corridor lengthens with a time spent apart, the meetings along the way to each destination become briefer, less define. Less there.
Avoidance becomes necessity to negate to awkwardness that crusts over with time. Cautiously watching steps, checking ahead, side stepping and hurrying so as not to encounter the once cherished friend.
Lets not deal with the;
"Hi, how are you?"
Hit with a wall of lost time conversation takes its last breath and reminisces to a time of easy laughter, bright eyes and brighter tales.
Off the wall we are met with perhaps sadness, change almost certainly and a finer sense of what was gained and in turn lost.
A friendship formed is never done. No matter where we walk.
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