I have not said enough fond goodbyes


So it goes. Friendships chance made drift and
part across the miles and ether. We are accustomed,
even welcome, at times, the easy excuses — “it’s
always hard to keep track across the net.” Perhaps
keep a fond memory or two, with good intentions, until one
evening, your path crosses one which should have been his. And
regret clenches your gut, that once again the warm words were left
too late.


M.A. Mohanraj
September 23, 1996
(for Carl Lydick)