How did I get where I got? How you got left behind?
You could have come along, if you would have. You could have called. You know where I live, you could have come over.
You still can…if you have the courage to.
Or the desire to leave behind useless old ways.
Either way, there is dead weight that must be let go of to come where I am.
I can’t really say it feels like a loss…it more astonishes me than anything else, that relationships I thought were fairly deep and strong had the roots of dandelion fuzz but lacked the ability to travel on the wind.
Charissa's Grace Notes 
As i wrote earlier your beautiful poems keep getting more beautiful each poem you write. It is so evident that your poems are written by a lady who is beautiful inside and out.
I can understand to a certain extent- having lost relationships that I really thought stood on solid ground. I wouldn’t give up just yet. As you might know about that pesky dandelion fuzz- it lives on and those darling little flowers pop up out of nowhere when you least expect them.
Here’s the rub tho, Sissa… I find myself seeing these people and wondering why we ever were acquaintances in the first place! And really feeling nothing at all but relief they are gone.
I can understand that feeling…. or lack of feeling.