cordial to a fault
how so very tenderly
you claimed you
so love my poetic soul
and then off you absconded
almost gradually oh sure
but without another word of
delight
just a shadow for me you left
in your cold, busy wake
misfortune stepped in
to stake me for her own
your eyes from so far away on
the other side
saw nothing of this disgrace
you perpetuated
so back to your toil
you bent
forgetting me all too completely
(June 2, 2014 1045am)
Author's Notes/Comments:
For someone I use to be such good friends with when he had next to nobody.Now he has moved to a better place has a very busy active life and even though now we have very reliable contacts for each other he chooses to rarely if ever contact me. I don't complain as I see no reason to, you can lead a horse to water but you can never make it drink. So, I've let him go, sad as it was to do. Is such a let down but I guess we meet who we are meant to meet and you can't make another care more than they do. His feelings have changed. He would rather immerse himself in work till he is utterly exhausted than when he is on line and sees me on take 20 minutes to connect with me and help himself to wind down and remember how wonderful life is if you stop and smell the roses. He use to make the time and go on and on about what a good friend I am. Very sad anyway this poem helped me to clean out some of the pockets of hurt that had begun to fester in me. I wish him well but I wish him away from me now as I deserve better than second best from anyone.
