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A Friend Missed
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09. More Echoes of Loss Palm trees, sunrise, the beach
are all reminders of you.
Quiet conversations
long into the night,
Staying over at your house
for days at a time,
Having you to protect me...
I miss those times with you.
I miss having you as a friend.
You were my better half
and life has not been
the same without you.
I stop and think of the past.
I made so many mistakes
and I regret them all.
I pushed you away because of a boy.
I pushed you away when I needed you most.
Now we're worlds apart.
Conversations seem awkward,
and I fear to trust as I did before.
We've grown apart.
Through the past year I've changed
and so have you.
I never stopped calling you my best friend
for in my heart you are still
one of the few who's ever seen me,
ever understood me,
ever believed in me,
and truly cared about me.
So now I sit here writing,
afraid to call you,
afraid to confide in you.
But I wanted you to know I'm sorry.
I'm a better person because I knew you
and I will never forget you.
This poem has an every person feel to it...............
Many women can say this. I've known a few in my own life time who chose boys/men over a good friendship. Is part of the growing pains of life. I'm sure your writing this poem helped soothe some of the pain in you. Think of it this way at least you 'WRITED' that wrong even if only in your poem. Why not mail that poem to the friend you are speaking of so she can read it. She may surprise you and call you up. Poetry moves people. I know I would reply if a friend who had chosen me over a boy/man sent me such a gift. Life is too short to deny renewed friendship. My grandmother use to say she can't hold a grudge in one hand and hold the rest of the world up with the other. That is why she claimed she never held a grudge. That made so much sense to me even as a little kid. I've really enjoyed reading your work. Keep sharing, sincerely, Melissa Lundeen