Missing

 

 

 

 

 

MISSING

By Deborah Sharma 

As vivid colours drain from over-washed clothes,
lackluster dullness seeped and bleakly froze
our friendship’s once vibrant zeal,
suffered melancholy of flattened appeal

Like old paint chipping and peeling,
flaking away at our heartfelt feeling,
Once able to withstand any rift,
we were forced to sail solo adrift

I blamed the pandemic’s troubles,
forcing us into segregated bubbles.
I was going out of my mind in tears,
I yearned to call but walls have ears

We never had real privacy to talk,
even afraid to venture out to walk.
Falling into a meaningless rut,
Angry grief salting my cut

A single call when your dog died,
but my indifference I couldn’t hide
Its not that we came to dislike each other,
more of an attitude of ‘why bother?’

We used to divulge every single fact
in our tight-knit secret sisterly pact.
Alas, with our free spirits chained,
our natural rapport seemed strained,

An unseen enemy had cut our cord,
slicing society with its sickening sword,
A virus stripped and stole spontaneous magic,
Can’t you see how that’s so wrongly tragic?

And now with restrictions lifted,
our priorities have shifted,
our interests no longer converge,
can our friendship re-emerge?

Trust is the first step in one final bid,
I want us to need each other as we once did.
Coffee, Shopping, belly laughs till we cry
Do you think we can start again and try?

- Deborah

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explanation:  The unfortunate division of separation during the pandemic strained many relationships and friendships, this was written with one such friendship, a sisterhood, in mind