A Poem from Someone from a DISTANCE.

Before, she was at every table,
Meals, parties, raised voices over wine.
Sky's the limit, "Her friends loved to hear from her"
They called her, they wanted her.
Parties, gatherings, every occasion she's the highlight,
Her hands were useful, her stories relevant.
The talk of the town... always had the entry,
The nights are not complete without her presence,
Her laughter had its place; her smiles mattered.

And then slowly... the invitations slowed down.
Not all at once,
No...
It's more discreet than that, the distance.
Friends think of her... but afterward.
They talk to her just as a work matter,
HI's... HELLO's before often, now seldom,
They love her, of course... but from afar.

So, she stopped waiting for them to make room for her.
She started making her own,
laughter, smiles, tears, and stories
She set the table for herself,
put on the tablecloth, napkin, candle, and wine.
She gave herself flowers, a chocolate,
not to decorate but to thank herself for still being there.

At the workplace, she walked slowly through the corridor,
at lunchtime, she chose to stay in her cubicle,
At the marketplace, she walked slowly through the road alone,
she shops on her own, enjoys the things on her own,
She bought a dress, jewelry, shoes, and perfume,
she picked vegetables and bread,
She invited herself into the day, into the air,
into the glowing lights and the fresh ambience of her house,

She's no longer invited everywhere.
But at home she finds silence.
She's no longer sitting on another sofa,
But she's indeed comfortable in her armchair.
She's not drinking a glass of wine with friends,
But she's excited by a cup of tea.

She's no longer invited to everyone, to everywhere,
But she invited herself into her own life
And she's good there, she's happy...
Really happy.

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