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A year slipped away by
My thoughts languished in the silence you left behind
A void where your laughter used to echo
Then, there you were, at the corner of familiar streets
You approached me
And even though I was pleasantly surprised
It seemed to me that you were a stranger in your skin
Your eyes, once bright with mischief,
Held a vacant stare
An open window to nowhere
Your voice
Staggered and despondent,
My greetings felt feeble and landed flat, without impact
Dumbfounded
Our close friend told me he saw you last week
Amongst the bright aisles of everyday things, I felt frigid
But the problem was
It was a humid spring afternoon
I could taste every degree of the overwhelming humidity
Physically here
But you’ve become a mirage to our memories
Are we standing on the edge of change?
Is it beyond our grasp?
Or within our reach?
Pensive, as I stare at sailboats race towards a sunset finish line
And valiantly protect our connection from fading
Real Free - Flowing Words 