Step #4

Ive been thinking a lot lately about the traces that people leave in the lives of others, if they leave at all. And why do some leave and others do not. My collection of such traces is quite varied. Someone entered for a short time and forced to change the worldview. Someone left behind three or four musical compositions. Or two or three words that have become their own. Or a suitcase. Someone changed so that forever taught to be faithful. And someone explained love in such a way that, even when loving, one would not want to say this word out loud, it is now so corrupted. Thanks to someone for being there, thanks to someone for not being anymore. And someone disappeared as it was not, and there are no words about it, no regret.