nameless

An ignoring that is noticed but then ignored again for convenience perhaps, an emotional convenience than a material one.
A silence from grey wisp meant either strangerhood could not be reached or whatever.
Perhaps the ego of womanhood must be hurt but then I had never much remembered womanhood to feel hurt that way.
An ignoring from strangerhood  just meant an ignoring of the kind at nursery recess. The kind I would have with my nursery pals.
What felt hurt was more a sense of personhood, of a negation of a need.
What it was was simply not explainable.
It was not friendship. Friends would not fail to know how the other was. Friends would not cut off in times of need.
It was not love. Lovers needed to know where the other was. Lovers would remember events be it meeting or farewell.
It was not even strangerhood anymore. Strangers don't cross boundaries, don't share thoughts.
It was not anything nameable.
It was just one of those nameless bonds that happen in the strangest of places because they are destined to happen.
Like the ones that happen so that no two lives are ever the same ever after.