Poem · Poetry

Status: Unfriended

We took for granted those easy days,

believing in bonds, implicit contracts,

soul groups, & kinships. Hugs were warm

& kisses real. We could smell the hot coffee

brewing for the brunches.

 

Life…the miles…

left us in the wilderness

without food or drink or matches,

only emojis, tags, and Messenger.

 

We foraged & survived.

We still upheld each in

sickness & in health

with laughter, long chats,

likes, dislikes, loves, hearts,

birthday greetings & get-well wishes.

 

Then into the cloud, you suddenly leave,

a departure unannounced…unexpected.

An enigma now separates us

without the tough talk

that can actually heal us –

Why?

 

A quick impulse?

A quandary of loyalties?

A careless regard for our Light?

A boundary?

Jealousy?

Revenge?

Fear?

 

The vase that held our flower has smashed.

Can gold ever realign the deep rifts in this vessel?

Who will mop up the mess that is us?

 

Our paths split on the labyrinth –

Will this winding course ever lead us to

rediscovery and reclamation –

or to isolation?

 

We slip away from memories

as though Death claims us.

Shock & grief swell though

there is no memorial,

no grave to tend to.

 

All that is not aligned falls away.

Was this connection illusory?

Status: Unfriended. Heart Broken

 

©Barbara Harris Leonhard, extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

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