Friends
Friends…
What does it mean
Other than
The meaning we give it
We become locked
In our stories
Our movie
Sadly
Lives come and go
Some stay longer
But they all fade
Thorny roses
Water colors
Memories
Death
A certainty
Say what you must
Then walk away
Clean
Waning
In the midnight
The dusk of living
A poor painting
By a dubious artist
Predictable
Regardless of intent
And so it is
Friendships become
Something else
Unrecognizable
Two people
Who met
Now strangers
Wanting ???
There is nothing to take
It was spilled
Carelessly
Across the table
In younger days
When it seemed
Everything
Had meaning
You hooked in a truth here Bindo and it called for the sparse and hollow wording you’ve used. Friends…we get those we need for that period in our history and it’s usually so we can accomplish something. With friends and lovers, it’s far better to finesse endings because they are far more important than beginnings.
Indeed Val…..great insight and thanks for reading..I’m very pleased to have your input..
sad and forlorn this piece