Whispered Wanderings

Hostility simmering, crackling,
below the surface of your
polite-enough words:
A perplexing energy from you.

In response, I am numb
unable to take it in,
unable to reconcile
this you in the present,
with the you that I
once imagined I knew.

Part of my growth,
I suppose? This, learning to
accept an unexpected
reality; to let you be you.

And to accept
that some endings
must come without
goodbyes.

klm
11/28/24