What does life look like now? You there who
used to call daily
we would chat and share things so deep it seemed
so rich.
What does life look like now? You there my friend
who has grown distant and away
not by fault please do not judge this a poem of loss and accusation
I know I stepped away, if not as much then maybe further
The line in the sand that came to exist without our intending,
it is alright. It is something I believe
we are meant to stand
between
When time allowed us together it was a blessing. It was a journey of walking rich with discovery.
It seemed lasting was what it was meant to do yet so quickly overnight there is that line…
I stand upon it there
is no need to pull my toes back
crossing it is no threat.
I simply though stand upon it in the end
I do not feel as if either of us must cross it
as much as take note, notice, know it
is there And in the end, is alright.
Look at us now, you there, me here, doing what we do in the world. So similar, so different. There is after
the line in the sand that has deepened between us…
but who’s to say, Christ himself didn’t draw it? Who’s to say it wasn’t written in the stars, before it came down and appeared in the sand between us? With
gentlest of touches it came Who’s to say, it is not meant to be?