People important to you, people unimportant to you cross your life, touch it with love and carelessness and move on. Children leave parents, friends leave friends. Acquaintances move on. People change homes. People grow apart.
Enemies hate and move on.
Friends love and move on. You think of the many who have moved into your hazy memory. You look on those present and wonder. He moves people in and out of each other's lives, and each leaves his mark on the other. You find you are made up of bits and pieces of all who have ever touched your life, and you are more because of it, and you would be less if they had not touched you.