Just Until We Meet Again

I never got the chance to say goodbye.

His parents told him it was for the best.

My parents agreed, but no one asked me about my opinion.

My guess is that Gregory sat silent waiting for the very same question.

But that was then.

Forty years later, four funerals were finalized, Gregory and I sat together.

We wondered what could have been, what should have been.

“I wanted to find you. I didn’t know where to look.”

“I wanted to look for you also, however, I began listening to those around me.

We would have never made it as teenagers. I realized this and I hope you did also.

Please tell me you didn’t waste your life pining for me.”

“I never told you goodbye. Thus, today is our second date.”

“So we never really broke up?”

I leaned in to kiss him.

“I think of it just as a very long vacation.”