When a friend is a stranger

I passed an old friend on the street yesterday.

I kept walking as if I didn’t see them. I have no idea why. It felt terrible. Cowardly. Saddening.

I wish I could turn around, catch up to them and say hi. How’s things? What’s been going on? Are you still working the same place? No I haven’t found a place yet. I think we should go for coffee sometime, and I wont take “yeah we should do that” for an answer. You look well… Healthy.