What she is doing and where she is, remains one big mystery am
unable to resolve, too distant, too out of touch with her environment, too few
people I can trust who still keep connected.
Is she happy or sad, lonely or in love, or simply getting on
with what life has given her, as she claims to embrace middle age, the way she
embraced those events of life she endured before all this?
Did life ripped her off, deny her her dreams or has she come
to realize the old John Lennon maxim of life being what happens when she’s
business making other plans.
In the end we all tread the path our feet set us on, and I
sit here, she there, two paths too remote to reconnection as they briefly once
did, long ago, even though I will always want to.
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