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Was Friendship Made To Be Forgotten

Updated on July 5, 2009

someone helped me once through a bad time

he cared for me and we became friends

when I needed a friend he threw me a line

maybe he was a friend to have till all ends

we talked some but then he became distant and far

friendship beginning seemed suddenly ending

light that was dawning became suddenly dark

friendship was now more a stranger pending

a veil over the eyes and heart was offending

to me who did not know what had transpired

friendship beginning seemed suddenly ending

to know what had happened was all I desired

hurt I was sure was behind the words

hurled at me carelessly thrown, spit, written

my reply was confused a careful ford

of the deep rivers between us I was bitten

by the meaness displayed confusion to steam

soon was erupting I replied this time with heat

a “friend” would answer, a “friend” would deem

to answer a friend with whom once they would meet

to tell the friend what went amiss not be still

and silent and gone  Friends would talk about what

was wrong Silence continued hope died slowly until

resignation took its place So be it this cut

goes deep in the heart which opened for one

and now would start to build the walls

again but maybe not Maybe the walls are done

maybe she knows it is not she but he who caused the fall

of friendships by building walls  She cannot be broken

again by one so uncaring, cold, sterile  Life means more

and hurt can be burned away by sharing Love is not a token

to give and take by whim Once love is given evermore

does it live in her heart  She will not forget his help or hand

given when needed Friendship provided when none survived

anger gone now smoothed out with grit and sand

words on paper scour the emotion regret sets in revived

in memories of harsh words spoken Maybe she will never

know what caused the rift and made this friendship so arduous

he may someday regret also  Maybe he will find the lever

that will give happiness to his soul  Or the rigorous

wall building may leave him boxed in like Fortunato

learning slowly that life is too short she finds blame

is not always hers Times occur when rumor or motto

jealousy or belief corrupt love Other people play games

with truth to confuse us  She doen’t believe in her heart

he plays the games of untruth and lonlieness  A pawn

of others baseness he may be She gives life a new start

and forgives the meanness shown  Knowing her own

confusion she knows his  Life is too short and stark

friendship beginning seemed suddenly ending

llght that was dawning became suddenly dark

solar eclipse should this friendship have mending


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      Kari Poulsen 8 years ago from Ohio

      R Burow, Life is all about growing. I have grown since these days. :D

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      R Burow 8 years ago from Florida, United States

      Kari, this is one I will have to mull over. Everyone who has had a friend can identify with this poem. I guess in these situations the only thing we can do is 'grow' from the experience. I am not sure 'time heals all wounds', but it certainly helps. Thanks for a thought provoking piece of writing.

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      Kari Poulsen 8 years ago from Ohio

      jay, Thank you, you are very kind!

      ethel, Throughout life they do, sad, but true.

      SEM Pro, Tumultuous is the right word, should she have tried to mend it?

      Erin, I think that is the hardest part, sometimes you just don't know why they stopped being your friend-or if they will ever be back.

      ralwus, LOL, true friends are hard to find, but true friends do not just stop being there.

      Hawkesdream, Thanks, the anguish is old, but wondering about it surfaces again from time to time.

      Sandman, I was sad at the time also, but that was long ago. Thanks!

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      TheSandman 8 years ago

      It was beautiful but made me feel sad for you

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      Hawkesdream 8 years ago from Cornwall

      A great piece of writing K@ri, could feel your anguish. Chin up!

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      ralwus 8 years ago

      Beautiful way of wrting you turmoil K@ri. Well done too. Forget the bastard. You have more and better friends now.

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      erin boote 8 years ago

      what a great expression of frienship gained and lost...really drew me in to your description of this relationship....sometimes the hardest thing to understand is what happens when people stop being our friends and we don't know why. You are so talented, keep them coming.

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      SEM Pro 8 years ago from North America

      A tumultuous journey relationships can take us on. Very well written k@ri! My heartstrings have been tugged...

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      Eileen Kersey 8 years ago from Kingston-Upon-Hull

      Yes friends often come and go

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      jayb23 8 years ago from India

      Wow, that's a beautiful poem and so v touchy. I marvel at your talent. Keep up the good work.