There was a time
When we almost
Shared the same
Coat and delved
Into sticky pockets
Touched trains of
Thinking and even
Tickled pink with
Witty witticisms
Somehow that coat
No longer fits
Our separation
A cold draught
Of isolation has
Weakened our bond
As with ebbing tide
Waving its shoreline
What once enticed
Our knowing
Has gained wisdom
To see beyond a
First infatuation
Our friendship
Is resigned to being
Off casts of each other…
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 27/06/2016
It is always sad, when a friendship drifts apart. And it is always lovely, to see you here in the Pantry, Eileen.
ReplyDeleteSigh, sometimes friendships do not last for very long.. people come and people go.. they leave us with life lessons. Beautifully poignant.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
Oh somehow a friendship lost is almost more sad than lovers separating...
ReplyDeleteSome friendships meant to be just that. Infatuation is hard to determine as one prefers not to think of it until stark reality shows itself.
ReplyDeleteHank
Oh this is a painful poem to read. It is hard to lose such a good friend. The hurt often continues a long time. Good to see you, Eileen.
ReplyDeletecast off physically but not from the mind...the ache could be felt..so nice to see you Eileen :)
ReplyDeletePerhaps in the space of that casting off a greater understanding of each other grew? i love the word play you have used - being in each others pockets for one - i wonder if in its very nature being in a pocket creates a kind of blindness
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