Faces

-There are days filled with other peoples’ faces, people you haven’t seen in years. It’s that small apparatus in your mind that responds to a certain scent in the air, to the afterglow of a day present in the fading horizon or simply to the numbers that mark the passage of time. Today, she’s the one that floods my mind.
It’s June first today and in some parallel dimension, the one in which we remained friends, we’d be celebrating her birthday. But in this one, I simply think of the fact, that like me soon, she’s a year older. One of those thoughts that you return to in between others, until the day is faded and your eyelids fall upon the night and leave you with only memory. And through the day I wonder what it would be like if I happened to cross paths with her, not that I would or did, but what if? I almost see her image in my mind but it’s only a remnant of time and memory. I try to conjure up what so many years gone by may have molded her into, but the truth is I have no reference point.
I wish I could see her, only to wish her a happy birthday, but that’s not the destiny of this time and space, and when the sun goes down, the remnant of her image will fade and the window of possibility will dissipate between two separate worlds, unconsolidated.