To a friend I lost to the fog
It took you watching me go to hear the silence. The silence was more than the distance with which we were sitting apart. It was louder than the drills that's been in your home for over a two month.
You stand seven feet apart when we're only to be three feet apart. You're far to get hold off. Sometimes it feels as if I am the one walking too slow but once the beating reach my ears, I know I am already running while you're barely walking. Your chest's movement is still, I don't think you're even breathing. Maybe you forgot to, but you're too far to hear me remind you of it.
Even though I can barely see your silhouette, I remember every movement of yours perfectly. When tears fill up your eyes, you stand still till your eyes are dry again. One of your fingers is always scratching the skin of the other. You always sigh before you roll your eyes.
I've settled down on someone's doorstep. I hope they don't ask me to move before you make your way back. Oh friend, it’s getting colder and I'm sure you can't feel that either but now you've disappeared in fog.
I don't know if I can wait any longer but I'm not moving because I know it'll take a shattering of one's soul to heal the other.
Relationships that fizzled, fractured and broke during the pandemic.
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Cerene
The Abandoned Woman, Female
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