In passing...

When we meet an old friend or flame, there is that feeling of connect, of reminisce, that moment of recognition in your heart, some would call it missing. But the more I think about it I don't think it's them that we miss as much as that part of us that we left them with. That is why when we initially see them it's like coming home, feeling whole if just for a second, but then everything else attaches itself. The history, the memories, the circumstances, either happy, sad, or scared depending on how we left that relationship. All of us wondering around like parents who share custody of the bits of us birthed in that relationship and then left there, only given periodic visitation. Never knowing when or where... just adjusting and trying to see ourselves in the moments.