The Way The Wind Blows

I wanted to talk. I wanted to say more than hello and goodbye. I wanted to say congratulations. I wanted to say that I know. I know that life is not black and white-we are all just shades of grey wandering along the vast continuum of our existence. Everything is in complex layers; people, life, situations...none of that is completely black and white. Some how we just have to find the shade of grey that smoothly blends with our soul or peel back slowly, one layer at a time to find the ultimate truth. It is good to know that I was right about you. About your honor and your goodness. About that light inside of you that has survived dark battles, snow storms, windy nights.I wanted to tell you that you have pulled through already. As unfair as it may sound, sometimes a single choice changes the course of our lives. The beautiful thing is that you have already made that choice.But more than that, I wanted to listen. I wanted to hear the new found peace in your voice. I wanted to hear small insignificant details, important plans, exciting dreams...I wanted (albeit momentarily) to be a part of now.But I fit better in yesterday. I am the wind in your hair, stopping briefly to touch your skin before I go the other way.I wanted to stop. To talk, To listen.But I went the other way because that's the way the wind blows.