An ode to the friends from before now.
They come in unexpectedly.
Though desired, it’s questionable that such a kindredness could exist.
But once they arrive, life as you know it ceases to know any different.
A piece of you, that you never knew was missing, is now filled.
Like piecing together broken pottery. There’s a unique beauty to its refurbished design.
The endless belly aches of laughter, synergistic perspectives, and connectivity without exertion, accumulate a wholeness that exempts even the dreariest of days.
An inner shift of cosmic levels as the collective renovations continue.
Years, months, or in just days, a heart is imprinted with the powerful effects of kindredness.
But, just as life would have it... well, life happens.
Simply put... change happens.
Though the heart yearns against it, separation is on the horizon.
It now meets the present.
Memories from before now replay like a broken record.
Recollections of laughter tweak a slight upturn of the mouth.
Reruns of past adventures haunt in the most longing of ways.
And once again, connectivity from before now becomes a distant reach.
Dreams of kindredness begin again.
Longing for that unexpectedly met desire persists.
But, to the heart of the matter.
To the friends from before now.
To those who have done all this and more.
~ Written in honour of my kindred friendship with T&A, right after the moment we said goodbye.