How awesome and even: How awesome and even sometimes painful on either end or both for such connections to have been forged and grown through the years!
For my part, in my experience: For my part, in my experience of such I can only draw some small consolation in some wise words: Matthew 15:11, ESV: "it is not what goes into the mouth that defiles a person, but what comes out of the mouth; this defiles a person." Looking at the portal to Eden with the fiery sword blocking its entrance, I realise how painful and dark this existence is outside of and separated from the Lord until His return when all tears shall be wiped dry and the wild beasts and children shall frolic together. Oh what a Day to look forward to! Meanwhile, to draw near to the stripes that heal us, the Incarnate God who is no stranger to human suffering. I bit mute on the outside but cosmologically transforming within the realm of faith. Shalom and God speed.
Sometimes we do and say: Sometimes we do and say things out of self preservation. Having been in an almost mirror perfect situation at that age I realise that there would have been some damaging aspect to one's 'finer feeling' as my psychiatrist aunt termed. On my behalf at that age, I justified the resulting 'moving on' to be 'their' being unable to appreciate and accept my friendship and person and duly learned to live with that freeing truth and the self acceptance that had even at that point already been too late in coming. My takeaway is that most beautiful admonition to "let the deserters walk away. They missed out on the opportunity of growing with you, not the other way around."
Please do so. I think you: Please do so. I think you could make a grocery list sound like a poetic experience. I would say this to only a handful of poets, and you are one of them.
In my opinion, do not change: In my opinion, do not change anything, not a single detail.
I say this because a poem like this has a major, and overriding, spiritual purpose that makes any concern as to form and format a secondary concern at best. The last two lines are an integral part of the poem. You can write other sonnets on almost any other subject; but since this poem was given to you in the form in which you have posted it---do not alter, or tinker with, its integral parts.
To keep the final couplet?: I began this poem as a short story, but it wanted to be a poem so I set it to verse instead. Originally it was the ababcdcdefefgg... English Sonnet, a method I like to employ sometimes, but decided to add an hh rhyme at the end. Not sure whether to keep the last couplet or drop it for the English Sonnet.
I have, in previous comments,: I have, in previous comments, been a little verbose---because your poems and prose are so excellent that I just can't keep my mouth shut.
This poem, however, is so excellent that the only word I can think of to describe it is WOW!
I will leave it at that. Nothing I could say further would be worthy in the face of this magnicient poem.
I'm thinking of sharing My: I'm thinking of sharing My Life's First Breath, The Dawn and She Dances, Possibly my Bukowski Triad if I feel lead to share any more. Let me know what you think!
Starward,
Thank you once: Starward,
Thank you once again for your faithful encouragements. I shared some of my poetry with a childhood friend yesterday and she talked me in to going to an open mic night with her Thursday. I've never shared out loud with anyone but close friends and internet compatriots. Wish me luck! This will be a new experience for me so I'll have to come up with a queue of poems to share.
This poem is like a double: This poem is like a double helix---containing one strand of poignant, sorrowful emotion, and one strand of tremendous verbal beauty. While---I presume---the articulation of these feelings must have been difficult, the adroit dance of your words on the screen, and the delicacy of your rhymes, have created a poem of fabulous beauty. The more of your work that I read, the more and further impressed I become.