It’s strange, this evolution.
One day the connection is intimate, elaborate, integral to one's own life, and then in just one moment, the fading process begins. Each day, one petal withering, then falling off, crumbling, wilting, until the entire flower just returns to earth. A memory, resurfacing annually, perennially...just like that.
Are human relationships so expendable?
fading away...not from my memory...but from waking life...
....struggling to hear every soft whisper until it withdraws into the tiniest murmur ears cannot make out...
