Sometimes hearts grow apart. You stay together, you do things together, you love each other more out of habit and out of comfort and life goes on. You don’t think of it much because together you are so busy shouldering responsibilities, doing what should be done and what needs to be done; that it seems alright. Then, one day, when duties have been fulfilled, responsibilities shouldered successfully, the birds have left the nest, there is an emptiness and you realize that somewhere along the way, you forgot to connect. Every relationship requires tending from time to time.
A beautiful morning,
Peace and quiet, the birds are chirping,
A cool, soothing, breeze does blow,
The summer foxtails nod their heads, their inflorescences, a warm, soft, glow,
We put on our sock,
It’s time for the morning walk.
Out we step onto the pavement,
Laden with fallen flowers; leaves in accompaniment,
Not a word spoken,
Crack, crunch, crush, dried foliage broken,
I open my mouth and see you frowning,
I seal my lips, let the stillness do the talking.
Is this just a morning silence?
I talk to you in my head – brushing away, this deafening quiescence ,
When did we stop being friends?
Can we not make amends?
When did we stop talking?
How long like this, will we keep walking?
Every hurdle crossed, every storm weathered, together,
Our lives, in harmony, entwined, in what seemed like forever,
When, had we grown apart, o’er the years, a gnawing distance-
Will I reach you, will I be able to break through this reticence?
The dust, the moss that’s made its way, needs some clearing,
But I know we can, I know we will, our boat needs a little steering. +
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