I lost a friend today he's not too far away, only a continent or so and maybe some few thousand words, once close as fingertips to touch but now dividing us by too much... overflow. We wrote a book together. Such fine lines tossing wit back and forth like vines and catching meaning in-between where others lost the plot. Or fought.
He said - "I'll be observing from afar, the place from where words live but just, unused, confined."
He'll be there still. Still as a statue, till. He said - "Don't you mind me, the well's gone dry somewhat right here right now wrong - see - and maybe... maybe temporarily?"
He needs some tender rain or that eternal spring to fill it full again. He needs to clear his mind, cleanse out the rot and find some new white space - or not.
I said "You're bailing out on me." Selfish as usual I ignored the clever message left unheard - I said, "You dare abandon ME?"
YOU ARE READING
BRIEF BITES
RandomPoetic prose? Random musings? Captured moments? Who knows... *Cover as always by my beloved @RebornOreo
