I never imagined that that would be the last time, ever. If I had, maybe, I would've done things differently. Every time I think about that weekend, I come up with so many things I could've done differently in the auto, on the train, there and then later back on the bus. I should have done the seeing off bit too. Or, maybe it was just too late.

I used to pride my self on my lack of regrets. But, that was a long time ago. I have so many now, precious, like prayer beads worn down with decades of use. Familiar, comforting, every one seared with so much yet bearing the traces of so little.... My memories have faded completely. Even the photos look unfamiliar and reminiscence simply brings me to a dark, opaque Wall. I can not call forth those myriad expressions or the soft flat voice even in the recesses of my mind. All I have are regrets- my own cracked and distorted reflections!