Sometimes when we open to risks we encounter the reasons we shut down to begin with. An event occurred that triggered some grief that comes from people passing without closure.
In modern life it is so often considered somehow rude or deficient to want or require continuing connection or at least some explanation from the people in our lives. And I wonder when that strange societal more' happened...because we all seek the warmth of lasting connection.
Silent Passings
I move through the people in my life,
Wending and searching for the warmth of contact
in a forest of cold skeletons rattling in frost.
Wondering, where have their essences gone
And why they did not say goodbye
Dissolving into their own stories without a backward glance,
Leaving brittle question marks along my path
And the silence that echoes shrieking in my mind.
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