Missing a Friend
Author: Unknown
She said she loved me as a friend,
That she still cared for me.
But now the mail and messages,
Are few and far between.
Is it she fears I'm still in love,
And that for her I pine?
Thinking that by letting be,
She's only being kind?
We were good friends before we fell,
Just spoke of ev'rything,
Of art and beauty, poetry,
The gifts of life, the stings.
Yes life goes on, she has her own,
As I am leading mine.
So many things to do each day,
So very little time.
I hope someday that she will see,
This shouldn't have to end.
So we may chat from time to time,
A message, friend to friend.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
Ah well...
Comments (8)
maybe tis time to let go
battered innards inside to stow
where only you can quiet tip toe.
Thank you Ladybee, good to hear from you.
Thanks carol, nice little poem of you own there.
Lovers may come and go, but good friends are hard to come by and often approach lasting forever. The idealist in me wants to believe that it is possible. That said, it has to work for all involved. A very sweet message.