I’ve felt this way too, more times than I’d like to admit. That sense of drifting, of realizing people who once mattered feel almost out of reach now… it hits hard.
Lately, I’ve been reaching out again, and the beautiful surprise is that the friends I’ve been able to find are happy to hear from me. We’ve picked up right where we left off, as if no time passed at all.
I’m glad you’re feeling that thread of hope in all of this. You’re right, we do get to choose again, every single time.
It makes me glad to hear you are also in a better place. Thank you so much for reading my work. I feel like poetry is my favorite place to explore complicated emotions that are difficult to describe.
Well written. I would posit we are all blessed to be alive
I think existing is both a blessing and a curse.
But it seems to depend on the day for me.
Such an incredible poem!
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
This is beautiful
Thank you! I’m glad you like it.
I’ve felt this way too, more times than I’d like to admit. That sense of drifting, of realizing people who once mattered feel almost out of reach now… it hits hard.
Lately, I’ve been reaching out again, and the beautiful surprise is that the friends I’ve been able to find are happy to hear from me. We’ve picked up right where we left off, as if no time passed at all.
I’m glad you’re feeling that thread of hope in all of this. You’re right, we do get to choose again, every single time.
It makes me glad to hear you are also in a better place. Thank you so much for reading my work. I feel like poetry is my favorite place to explore complicated emotions that are difficult to describe.