The Unwritten Lessons of Connection
Photo by Uday Mittal on Unsplash The Unwritten Lessons of Connection I lost the ones I thought would be An immutable part of my life's tapestry, Woven forever. Their sudden fraying left A hollow space, of laughter now bereft. A loss not just of presence, but of promised time, Of futures guaranteed, of permanence sublime. I lost the endless, open channel's flow, The casual intimate, the profound talk's low. The message history remains, a silent tomb, But the living dialogue has met its doom. I lost the shared language, the inside joke's release, The easy flow of thought that came with sustained peace. I lost. And yet, a nagging question stays: How to reclaim it all through monumental days? More honest now, a deeper query rings: Do I want the fragments back, the broken things, Or is this void an opportunity instead, For a different, stronger rebuilding from the dead? I am Socially Impaired, a deep deficiency, No compass for connection's subtle geography. I cannot...