Where are you?

Sometimes, I wonder where you are.  

A face floats in my memory, an echo from many years in my past.  I can barely remember what that face even looks like.  It's more of an impression than an actual memory.  But I do remember our friendship.  How we would talk about nonsense, about our problems, and our futures.  

And then one day, we said goodbye for the last time, without even realizing it.  Our parting was not planned, or intentional: it was just a parting.

And even in this connected world we have, your name is a dead end among the many places to find people.  A jumble of unrelated, same-named imposters that stand in for you on those pages and you are nowhere to be found.

Where are you?  I just want to know if you're okay.  And if you ever think of me.