time passes

Something bad just happened to somebody I was once very, very close to - so close we almost lived for a moment inside the skins of each other - and now am less close to, as is sometimes the way of these things. But as I sit here typing light years and dark spaces away from him, I am close enough to know how confused and hurt he is by this new bad thing, and to feel a sadness in me too that shows a little bit of him still lives inside my skin. And always will.