In Neglect

Every time I talk to an old friend these days, I seem to notice just how long it has been since I last spoke with them. The intervals are becoming larger and larger, the gap widens and I fear I am loosing touch with some of the people I once held so dear. Is this really a simple case of cross-road friends. I know that some of these people fit into that category, some of whom I wasn't even that close with during the peak of our friendship. But it is the rest of the people that I refuse to believe are cross-roads friends. Living so far from those I care about has really taken a toll on these friendships.

I find myself having to be filled in on more and more of the happenings in Philly, and there is a part of me that dies a little bit when I realize just how much of my friend's lives I am missing. While I love the five people that I am really close to up here, and I could never imagine life without them, I miss seeing the others and the variation in conversations that we used to have. The different news that we would find to share with one another. The odd discussions that always seemed to bring the light out on the darkest of days.
I suppose it is in part due to the neglect of both parties, with neither of us checking in enough with the other. But I am going to try to stop the neglect (at least on my end) and check in on my friends more, because I really do care how they have been, and I want to be there for them, no matter what they may be going through at the moment.