Reminder of lost friends
As I type this one of my remaining friends from my past life is sitting on a business class flight from London to New York.
Across the aisle is another woman who was part of a large group of friends in a previous life.
The 2nd woman, Ann Benedict, does not recognize the first.
I am glad I'm not in the seat where my current friend hides. I would not know what to say to Ann, though we shared many conversations in the past. I liked her.
My ex hated her. I wonder if they still socialize. They’re all older now, as I am,
I let go of much I valued and enjoyed. Having learned it was all a chimera. Poof. A wisp in the early morning sunlight, evaporated by vectored rays.
Across the aisle is another woman who was part of a large group of friends in a previous life.
The 2nd woman, Ann Benedict, does not recognize the first.
I am glad I'm not in the seat where my current friend hides. I would not know what to say to Ann, though we shared many conversations in the past. I liked her.
My ex hated her. I wonder if they still socialize. They’re all older now, as I am,
I let go of much I valued and enjoyed. Having learned it was all a chimera. Poof. A wisp in the early morning sunlight, evaporated by vectored rays.
I don’t want any of it back. Just the friendship I believed I had with my ex. I sense now that my ex may have been the acid that caused the whole structure to poison me as I tried to hold on for dear life. The seawater that drowned me. She was that sort of being I suppose. A thief of love and money? She needed people to ignore the perspectives of her enemies so she could feel justified and in control.
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