friends forever?

navigating though your inbox, you find yourself at the address book. and, caught up in the moment, you dash off exploratory messages to ghosts of friends past. people who have been your best friends at different points in your life, only to drift away with promises to keep in touch.

months, years have gone by in a whirl of day-to-day, and you find that while the relationship remains, the people have perhaps moved on. and so on infrequent visits back home, the 'let's meet up' plan becomes an anxious waiting game. will you move beyond the 'remember whens'?

and so i wait. clicking the 'check mail' button for a voice from the past.