Going from having someone be a part of your regular daily life to a now and then is...
Always a peculiar feeling.
To think, we wouldn't go a day without messaging and now I'm clueless as to how they're truly doing
Redefining that space between individuals
This is how we move now
Except...
We don't. Not really.
Distance.
The cut too drastic. The switch too intense.
The boundaries reevaluated.
The definition of what now is - loose.
Subtle sense of absence alongside ever-growing acceptance.
But a question that lingers:
How do we now relate?
The connection we knew would shift and change. The foundation we intended - long-lasting.
And so it shall be...
Surely?
How easy it would be to let it all fall away
Daily messaging skew to rarity, without attendance sure expiration
And would you or I truly bat an eye at a reality where our correspondence ceases to exist?
Our grips gaping from that first indication and harsh disposition of: "I need my space"
Our will waning from that initial perception and stark observation of: "I've found my place"
And it is not here.
And I wonder what we hold onto
The why and the reason
The signs or the season
The choice we still make
To reach and relate
An aspect I latently ponder.
There's a soft sense of stubbornness
Trait in which we truly align
That we each recognise greatness
Tough tack of commitment divine
The accumulative nonsense
Test past tendency to define
Time's mere speculative nuisance
To uphold pathetic design
Nature reclaims land past toil and abandon
So too do I feel roots sprout forth in the chasm
Soon we will have glorious gardens to gaze down on
Acres between, unforaged land - unchartered platform
