Rif:
hello again old friend
i’m always anxious at hearing your approaching footsteps
you bring heartache and uncertainty
and a fist to the gut
tears won’t come for a long while after your wake has rolled past
until then i sink into the many troughs
and yet there are peaks between
from she who says it was an honor
from he who says you will be sorely missed
from the laughs that burst out only to turn awkwardly silent
already the reminiscence begins before i leave
be on your way now friend, and may we not see each other ever again
Sounds like a rough week...hoping all works out and that the feeling upon awaking in the morning only improves each day.
Reduction in Force. : sigh: I hope those kind comments bolster you. I'm sorry.