Echoes Across the Divide

We stand on the edge of this canyon, the wind whipping stories between us, old laughter and shared dreams tangled in the gusts. Your voice, faint but familiar, echoes from a place I can no longer go. We both have searched for a bridge neither can build alone. But oh, how I tried. Stretching my hands and my heart, I pulled at the threads of our connection until they frayed beneath the weight of unspoken truths. Still the chasm grew; rocks beneath my feet caused me to stumble. I miss you. I miss the rhythm of a life we once shared, the harmony of understanding. But this canyon is deep, and the fall would swallow me whole. So here I stand, grieving. Not just for what we were, but for the wounds that have happened in the healing, the chains that we haven’t been strong enough to break. I ache for the freedom in which we could flourish, if not crushed by the weight we’ve been told is love. In spite of the pain, my hope—for you, for us—remains. Hope that one day the walls will crumble, the ca...