It’s been dying for years, the friendship. Incremental steps toward death. Baby steps one might say. But here we are. A long and full history filled with experiences. Some so monumental they will never be forgotten. Some so silly it would be a great loss to forget them.
But the present? Well, the present seems barren of fresh moments. There is more silence than laughter. New memories are just old memories being rehashed in a new light. The connection has thinned so much that a snap seems inevitable.
How did it happen, this widening into a divide where once there wasn’t even the possibility of a crack?
Time.
Distance.
Avoidance.
Disinterest.
They all lead to:
Animosity.
Frustration.
Sadness.
The crack appears.
A little darkness seeps out.
A silence develops.
As the divide widens, darkness shoots upward from the emptiness, a wide beam, absent of light. Shadows of our former selves are barely visible through the near opaque twilight of separation. The silence becomes powerful but normal, expected.
Is it over?
Can the dying be mended?
Can the death be staved?
No one knows the future. The seasons change. But as each ends there is an expectation that it will return.
Friendships change. They grow, they evolve...they fracture.
Sometimes they die.
But…
Sometimes they last a lifetime.
That takes effort, communication, time.
To survive, light must dispel the darkness. The divide must be closed.
The shadows must become visible, break the silence.
If time truly does heal everything then maybe, just maybe, what is dying can leaf once again...and thrive.
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