I saw my very dear friend for lunch. Our visit was short but pleasant.
The conversation ranged from good-old-days to a recent funeral. No awkward silences, constant chatter.
After we went our separate ways, I had time to consider the things that I left unsaid…things I had wanted to say.
There always seems to be more to say than there is time to say it.
Or am I just too cowardly to speak up?
Are my thoughts better left unsaid?
I don’t know.
I really don’t know.
I do know I have an unrelated song stuck in my head (it got stuck there a couple days before our lunch) – a song I now associate with my friend and my questions about the things I left unsaid.
The lyrics aren’t about that at all, but yet they somehow seem to fit my mood: “Limelight,” Alan Parsons Project: “I can see the world in a different light Now it’s easy to say Where I went wrong What I did right I can hear the beat of a different drum…”