Old songs and familiar tunes.

It was a difficult thing for me to face. Going to a familiar place, an environment that I had come to know with you around. It was unfamiliar now— almost unsettling. That’s the difficult part for me, you see. I become more comfortable with places when there’s people I know. Most of us are like this. I don’t willing seek out places that are unknown, I most certainly do not do this by myself.

I hesitated to leave for that place. What would it be without you? You, once my present, now my past. I hesitated to go to that place, and the other places we’ve been. I almost can’t face the absence of you. That has been difficult too.

The place remains the same— the same people came, mostly. The same songs sang and heard. The same river that flowed along side it, wrapped around the building, the same trees that stood, but now their leaves full of colors that are expected this time of year. The same restaurant sat where we ate a couple months ago. You said I looked nice—I, of course, didn‘t know how to take a compliment. But this place, you see, I treated it like a new environment, and in a way it was. almost everything was the same, except the simple fact that you were not there. You were that old song that lingered in my head, a familiar tune that I had come to know, but it was old. A memory.