Time, memories, friends, acquaintances, jobs, places, lives.
They come and go. They only visit us for a fraction of time. We are just standing beside the river of their flow. Come and meet us for a while, then go.
Sometimes we want to hold them, but they have been already far away, fading from our lives and never coming back. We can say, we’ll meet again someday. But that someday would never come, sadly.