|Already Gone - Sisterhood Triptych, Carolyn Owen Sommer|
She hasn’t forgotten – entirely –
his insouciant manner, the indifference
he displayed for the finality of
their condition. The transformation
did not occur overnight, but slowly,
at times with the patience needed to thread
a needle in the dark. She remembers
claustrophobia, grasping at straws –
that out-of-reach hand-hold that would keep her
from free-falling off of an alpine peak.
His voice, silky smooth, whispered of wanting
her happiness; foretold of her fortune –
all with words she did not notice as his
good-bye until he was already gone.