Seven months
since last we met.
Five months since…
Since…
Yet even in passing glance,
even at distance –
familiar.
Stature & gait;
wave of dark, curled hair;
eclipse of cheek –
familiar.
The shade of dress alone
speaks of difference –
uncharacteristic green
of emeralds,
of deep woods
thickly forested in memory
& being.
A color that suits you,
becomes you.
But…
Away, you stride,
path cleared of obstacles.
Unshackled.
Freed.
And I –
bumped & jostled
by this noisome,
swallowing
crowd –
though I call out,
though frantically,
I wave,
you neither see nor hear;
continue on your
way.
I missed you.
I miss you.
Seven months
since last we met.
Five months since…
Since…
— C.Birde, 7/20
❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you. What would we do without friends? What do we do when we lose them? Life continues…
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My thoughts are with you my beautiful friend, be kind to yourself, I understand the pain you feel x
Always here for you, always x
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Thank you. Despite my sense of loss, it’s a comfort myself that at least, she seemed at ease…
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Heartbreaking and beautiful. An exquisite tribute to a beautiful soul.
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