I know what it is like to mourn a friendship,
a seismic shift that leaves nothing unaltered.
you can’t see the whole of it,
only this part now, where it hurts,
and it undoes and remakes you,
like any common tragedy.
you are knocked back to the bare bones
and you try to build yourself again.
and you will stand,
and become the very you-ness of you again,
because that is who you are
and you are a force that cannot be stopped
no matter how they come and go.
elisabeth pike 