When best friends of old
become polite passersby
still give them a smile and let your heart be full
for theirs are broken too
and need to be reminded to mend.
When best friends of old
become polite passersby
still give them a smile and let your heart be full
for theirs are broken too
and need to be reminded to mend.
Charcoal
is our preferred method
with which to sketch our days
thick, dark swaths of pigment
that smear and make their mark
unapologetically
abstract, flowing, influential
I am speechless.
My thoughts don't make sense
and my voice struggles to come out and make a sound.
I am wordless
and I write but my cold fingers have forgotten the keys
or how to hold a pen
Ode to those that make life into gold
that bring us some sparkle as we grow old
Ode to the places, friends, and small things
to which credit's unequal to the joy that they bring
Comments
So simple yet elegant! This is a beautiful message of nostalgia and recounting a past relationship. It perfectly explains the notion that we are all humans with struggles, even if we haven't seen each other for years. Wonderful job!
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