A friend who dies, it’s something of you who dies.
Gustave Flaubert

silver

gossamer threads

connect our soul

to the universe

so gently

swaying

back and forth

in the spring

in the summer

in the fall

in the winter

back and forth

a slight stretching

then the unthinkable

the thread breaks

unannounced

unexpected

until two weeks ago

our lives

intertwined

as counselor

as colleagues

politically akin

she was always there

for me

I did

not see

the gossamer silver thread

wearing thin

ever so slightly

detaching

from this universe

to fly away

to another

My world grew smaller with her passing. May she dance through each galaxy and all eternity.

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