That Cloudy Day

That moment when the sun is hidden behind the clouds, and a misty rain falls somewhere in the distance. That introspective day where everything means something, every nothing now importance itself.

For a second you see an old friend and your mind goes back in time. Back when they were a part of your every day life, every memory with them in it. Now, they don't see you and you pass on by, a sad twinge in your heart. 

What was, to never be again? Yet you cannot go back in time, cannot change the past, only your present, every second as you live. 

Those new friends you've made, that one you can't live without. Now a part of your life the way the others were before, now no more.

Will they stay with you, through your life? Will you stay with them? Sometime, yes, they must go the way that all of life does, and change. For the better, or for the worse? Will you stay with them?

These thoughts as a flood, filling your mind and heart to their very depths. As you sit in your thoughts, a whisper of a breeze blows by your ears and through your hair, and the sun comes out from behind the clouds.