When you lose a friend

The other day I saw my best friend. My ex-best friend. I didn’t see him for a year and a half, and then we saw him from the window of our car. He was on the pavement with his old dog. I don’t know if he saw us, but it was so weird not to stop, call his name, go out of the car, pet the dog, and hug the owner. My soul wanted to do that. Instead, we just drove by without a word. It seems like my soul didn’t get the memo.