Serendipity
was involved in what happened
when I feted you,
but it gave me no pleasure
losing contact with your soul
.
So I tried shaping
the shifting times to suit us,
to build a safeguard
around the soft parts of you,
those parts prone to impairment
.
But all I did failed,
the colors began fading,
the blossoms fell, and
the fictions I’d once embraced
became a strangling hindrance
.
How does one cope with
an overwhelming sorrow,
a consuming storm,
when all you feel depletes you
and writing is not enough
.
But there was hope, still,
(I thought) in all these struggles,
life’s trying seasons
challenging ev’ry human
willing to search the unknown
.
Now,
.
each day I press on,
eager to write something new,
even as heartache
impedes my reaction to
livings wild rage of echoes
.
There’s a place for friends,
when forgetfulness deepens,
a place in the heart
where memories of closeness
remain strong in times of change
.
richard lloyd cederberg
11/2021
.
Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us every day... unseen, unheard, but always near, still loved, still missed, and very dear.

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