The Echo of What Was.

I came up with the title of this post a few weeks ago.

Before the new year began.

I was talking to a friend and we were discussing certain aspects of our lives.

We spoke of history. Or, I should say, her-story.

We spoke of today. The current day. The days that pass by so quickly, and yet, so not.

We spoke of the combination of the two and how they make us who we are.

Honestly, maybe we didn't speak of all of that.

We talk daily and I tell her things, and she tells me things, and so it doesn't matter if it all happened in that same conversation - or if it was scattered over the course of hundreds of messages.

It happened.

I said these words.

The Echo of What Was.

I had no idea how much I would need them.

I had no idea how much more they would resonate within the coming week.

Because seriously, if they didn't hit me in the gut, knock the wind out of me and - take hold all at the same exact moment.

It's hard to describe.

What's that Friends quote - it's Rachel - she's talking about Ross and Julie.

Isn't that just kick you in the crotch spit on your neck fantastic?

Doesn't it feel, sometimes, like life just is that exact way?

We move forward.

Make changes.

See things.

And yet.

We're surrounded, on occasion.

By the echo of what was.

And that echo is so very strong.

That echo resonates beyond what any actual sound can or will.

That echo.

Damn it all if it isn't just the most powerful thing you can experience.

And all it takes is one sentence.

One question.

One instance.

All it takes is one person.

One shift.

One touch - or lack of.

To find yourself surrounded.

By change.

By questions.

By broken memories.

All it takes is one breath.

One inhale.

One exhale.

All it takes is one smile.

One laugh.

One sob.

To find yourself surrounded.

By all the things.

And yet.

None.

All it takes is closing your eyes.

For one second.

One minute.

One moment.

To find yourself surrounded.

By the echo.

Of what was.

And is no more.

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