trying to make sense of a reality i still find hard to grasp

out of the blue
they made us part ways and say goodbye.
but how? how do i say goodbye
to faces i've been so accustomed to seeing around?
and how? how do i say goodbye,
knowing that i got to keep afloat -
even when i'd been learning the ropes
from them, from those whose expertise had been
valued, admired and sought,
but not rewarded by the one
whose opinion would have mattered
the most.
instead - tenure abruptly cut short.
gifted nothing but the short end of the stick
for all the late nights poured into oiling slick,
the machinery of this revenue generating machine.
the collective injustice of it all.
when we see ourselves as people,
but they see us as revenue and cost, profit and loss.
numbers to balance on the balance sheet,
meant for the perusal of shareholders, of which
we are all still complicit.

so many faces i'll miss dearly -
they've helped me shaped my first worldview
of how kind "cut-throat" corporate life can be.
they've showed me my growth matters,
my opinion still matters, even if i'm lacking
by virtue of being young.
how even the slight alignment of words on a slide
should be taken seriously, or risk ramifications
of putting my professionalism and work ethic under suspicion.
not forgetting the jokes and animated stories:
they remind me of friendship in a nutshell,
in a place where elsewhere, would have been a foreign concept.

shock has given away to dull sadness, and perhaps numbness.
i really wish we could all stay. i really do.
but i also realise life is an adventure.
we are all carrying luggages headed in different directions,
towards different destinations, with different timelines -
but we were lucky enough to meet for a stopover,
in an airport that had been kind to us
until our next flight out.