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?
I am a retired ESL (English as a Second Language) instructor. During my career, I published an ESL composition textbook Discoveries in Academic Writing. Since retiring, I have put my heart into my creative writing, especially poetry. I love metaphorical, mystical, and metaphysical themes. Some of my work can be found on my WordPress blog, extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog. I published some poems and fiction many years ago and would like to get back into submitting to publishers. To refine my writing and connect with other writers, I started a poetry group called Poetry Speaks Your Soul. When I am not writing, I enjoy life with my husband and three rescued cats. I also volunteer for a local hospice and organizations that promote good causes. I am a Reiki Master/Teacher and love to practice Qigong and the internal martial arts of Tai Chi, Xing Yi, and Bagua.