And they’ve gone…
You see, you’re not everyone’s cup of tea, all the time, or sometimes, never… even maybe.
People leave us… In so many ways… They move away… walk out… fade away… cut (with a dagger) and run… lurk on our periphery and taunt us with their breath… or just disappear from our orbit… never to be seen again…
So maybe we fight or fret or fear or fume – shifted and shaken by our grief-induced loss.
And the torn attachment itches and stabs at our sense of self… at how we were once connected, then suddenly cut off…
We adjust and alter at it.
It sucks… hurts… pierces hearts.
It’s hard, but it is what it is: Life interfacing, transecting, dissecting.
A journey – not of cliche, but clarity…
Hated, but happening regardless.
And all emotions are allowed here… yet simple, soulful surrendering is sweetest… healing the hurt, not picking at the scab.
So whilst the state of separation wages war within the head, let the heart choose to let go… with grace… gratitude for what was, with an abundance of love, and… eventual, intermittent, intentional peace, instead.