The Seven Year Slip

by Ashley Poston

“It was good to see you again, Lemon,” before he slipped out of the conference room, and I was left, mouth open, staring after him.

“La tristesse durera toujours.” The sadness will last forever. It wasn’t a lie. There was sadness, and there was despair, and there was pain—but there was also laughter, and joy, and relief. There was never grief without love or love without grief,

Because the things that mattered most never really left. The love stays. The love always stays, and so do we.