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Updated: Dec 15, 2020

Foreword: I wrote this on reflection of friendships passed, how transient relationships can be. How despite efforts to remain in contact, it's a one way street. How this toys with my mind, self worth and self doubt.

People come and go

A mirror of the seasons

At times unusually stormy

With no logical reason..

I sit alone and ponder

Was it me to cause the drift?

Of subtly diminishing relationships

Fault line, along some unseen rift..

Did I mislay the manual?

On how to conduct the art?

Of maintaining the distance between us

Rather than slowly drift apart..

I think some pages are missing

I think they have been ripped and torn

Out from underneath my gaze

Fond memories left to mourn..

The pages left to turn to dust

Our story has unwound

I realise we weren't strong enough

It's obvious to me now..

Undermined and blown away

Across desolate plains of memories

As hollow as oasis mirage seen

Not real; realisation now a tragedy.

(©) Dom Giddy 2020

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