Reblogged for dVerse open link night
We begin saying goodbye, become distracted by the search through time – attic, relics, the old street, a man selling hot pretzels and peanuts from a cart, the doughnut truck. Letters, old photos tied into square bundles, the thin ribbon of time holding memories together, adding depth to the confusion. There should be another word. One that carries the same weight but is lighter off the tongue, easier on the ear, that can be thrown over the shoulder like salt, or rice for the luck it will bring.