today i walked through fields of used to be acquaintance. 
and while the road was still familiar, 
the landscape -
i no longer recognized. 
well-worn paths traveled in different seasons,
now unaware of anything passing  
other than time. 

in place of meadows bursting green with gift of life -
only silent wind-blown fields,
holding fading memories of being alive. 
and  where once i found the gate to paradise, 
now only broken remnants of speculation... 

you seem surprised. 
no absolution sought for act of disconnection? 
no predetermined propaganda - 
distortion of the truth? 
funny how choosing the longer route home 
is met with such opposition. 
perhaps your logic can enlighten me?

the distance - 
you say - 
provokes the heart to grow fonder. 
if so, 
why nearly silent the sound of mine - 
barely beating?"