Thursday, September 15, 2005

Hello?

The same park,
The same path,
The same bench,
Two people.

Walking, yet
Seemingly looking out
For something or someone
With a seemingly forlorn glance.

For that familiar silhouette
Of a friend, who might
have slipped him by.
That familiar sight.

Strangely, the two people
just walked on in
different directions, they
in different directions.

Walking past each other,
Seated on the same bench,
at different times,
yet not noticing each other.

The irony of it all.
The same path,
The same bench,
Yet not quite.

This is how this story goes of two friends who parted after seven years and well, the friends just moved on with their lives even though they seemed to want to reach out to each other. Perhaps it's not meant to be, after seven years. To mend the hurts and the heart, so that both can move on with their lives in different directions. Though each knowing that that experience had shaped their lives in some way or another.

The bench saw these two friends, seated at different times of the day. Just chilling and reminiscing of the times that they had together. The fun times, the bad times that they went through together. Remembering how they met at their boss's office for the very first time, and both feeling that it was life's destiny that brought them together as friends.

A different posting called one of them away, just after three weeks from their first meeting. However, that friendship blossomed from then on. Never once did they look back. Though seemingly different in their personalities and life goals, each complemented the friendship and created that space to encourage, to fellowship, to share and to get on in life together through the sharing of the same struggles and pain through life's experiences and to egg each other on along life's challenges.

In a flash, seven years had passed and it was time for the pair to say farewell. It was a difficult time for both, meaning to express their gratitude towards the friendship and what they had gleaned from that. But never quite found a space to do it as there came a wall between them. Each on the side of the wall, though transparent but never could see that either was just across on the other side of it.

The bench could feel it each time as it saw the two of them. Soon, adding two and two, it made up the essence of this story.

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