Again

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I think I’ve outlived “The Thing.”
Oh, it’s still there,
always has been and probably always will be,
but it’s reframed.
Looks like –– maybe –– three times the charm.
I’m not angry,
but I’m disappointed
that it ends like this.

Again.

I truly wanted to have something
to bridge the gaps,
to complete the unfinished emotions and events.
I hoped to build a friendship
that made up for the hollow years.

We started out with excitement,
promising not to lose each other again.
Gradually, little threads of the relationship
were drawn together
and it looked as if we might be able
to make a bond strong enough
to forge a lasting friendship.

It seems that’s not to be,
for whatever reason.
Because once more
you’ve simply faded from my life.
As I look at the past few months,
I’m amazed that it looks
like it always has before.
Your life gets busy
and you’re consumed
in ways I can only guess
because I’m never privy
to what makes your life click.
The distance is the dagger
that severs the threads of “us.”

I still feel, and probably always will,
that our connection is destined.
But I can’t do it alone
and from a distance
and with only threads.

There has never been time
to weave those threads
into something strong enough to last.

And so, with sadness,
I release my grip on the loom.
I drop the thread
that I’ve frantically tried
to create into a masterpiece.



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