The Way Back to Us
Photo by Burak Bahadır Büyükkılınç on Pexels.com The Way Back to Us The silent, turning tide of life Has stretched the maps we knew, The seasons shifted, ground gave way, The ties between us drew Slowly apart, a creeping drift. Demands attention, energy, Like water through the sand, Leaching the solid ground of time. There was a time, not long ago, We were each other's stay, The anchors holding fast and sure In storm of early day. We held the secrets, deep and bright, The wisdom time had wrought, Our days marked by the shared, full laugh, The tapestry we caught— Before the world turned bright to cold. I feel the sharp ache of the miss, The ease we used to share, Where we could simply be, no need For any word or care. That ease is gone; the quiet now, The profound, long silence cast, Has tragically become the sound Our relationship held fast. When air grows thin with struggle's breath, I seek those mirrored faces still. I’m reaching back through the g...