No Longer

So often we find our friendships falling into disrepair. They become stale. Yet it is only us, who have the power to change and transform, to rescue all that is precious.

Our friendship is dancing on a razor’s edge 

preparing to cut deep into the soul.

Our feet are firmly planted in mid-air;

we no longer have any grounding.

Our hands gesticulate aimlessly;

we no longer reach out to embrace.

Our eyes pierce through the darkness of lies;

we no longer enjoy security or loyalty.

Our mouths utter soundbites; 

 we no longer flirt with meaningful semantics.

Our ears are fortified sound barriers; 

we are no longer able to hear the cry of the other.

Our hearts ambushed by negative impulses;     

we are no longer aching with love.

If we no longer possess these gifts,

what do we have?

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[Armistead Lindsey]

'what do we have?' we have nothing