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.
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 –
A quick impulse?
A quandary of loyalties?
A careless regard for our Light?
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