#probably only draft

[justmori]

On Becoming Redundant, Karma

Don’t tell me “Time.”

Please do tell me how to recover from promised art not done.

From abrupt ending friendship.

From becoming less than others in their eyes, from the put-offs and excuses I didn’t ask for.

From the loss of sweet chats which showed deep mutual understanding.

From having gotten used to being valued by someone who isn’t me but was so wonderfully not.

From seeing someone who couldn’t spare time to keep a promise frolic and create for a new bunch of friends who are undoubtedly deserving and delightful.

From seeing the new enthusiasms acknowledged in public with the same words once used in private for me.

From actually understanding because I get it. It is just how things go, how people can be. How this stranger friend needs to be and couldn’t bring themselves to say clearly.

Please tell me how to recover from understanding why they had to prune me from their life.

It’s not so much the abrupt end. It’s not so much the twist in my gut when I think of something I’d usually share with them.

It’s understanding.

I hate it.

Please tell me how I recover from knowing they had to go. From knowing they were leaving before they even started.

Please tell me how to recover from another human being being human.

M__M 2023