a farewell

it is always hard to come to terms with the fact that our association has come to an end. that we have parted ways, and will never come back together. when i seek you, i have to remind myself that you are no longer there.

i remember the times together. they say true beauty lies within, but you had a way of making me look good on the outside. you were on hand when time seemed to close in like a tide. you were there, all through those days, through rain and shine.

and i still remember that evening when something seemed wrong – a sense of foreboding that things were about to change. and that night, they did. we had to part.

my wonderful pair of 'the station' label black pants that i bought at tangs. i bid you farewell. there will never be one quite like you.