A poem by ROBYN MOFFAT.

 

Fragile nights—

usually out of sight,

I glance back.

A year ago,

I was a bystander

watching the diminishing light—

you were motionless and emotionless.

Tears absent in our goodbyes.

 

Depression dries you up.

Stationed in world afraid of your fight,

invisible to a hurried eye—

hollowed.

A system exists; what system?

 

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Growing like a wave—

it heightens and then falls.

I loved you with distance

but you understood best.

“To heal is in time

so allow it.”

 

Waves become

smaller

and you are stronger.

They are always,

always impermanent.

Importance is in being there

during the calm and storm.

We all require growth—

it just takes many forms.

 

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