Just Friends
I remember when,
those days will never come again,
when we were but just friends,
and we became, lovers.
The autumn leaves were bright,
we strolled, both day and night,
hand in hand, in the light,
of endless Indian summer.
But those days never last,
and they are in the past,
for bitter winds came down,
and blew away the laughter.
I remember when,
those days will never come again,
when we were but just friends,
and we became, lovers.
Those days were bittersweet,
for often we would meet,
and memories would entreat,
us to once again, wonder.
What it was we had,
when friendship turned to bad,
and love entered so sad,
to make our friendship flounder.
I remember when,
those days will never come again,
when we were but just friends,
and we became, lovers.
Those days will never come again.
Never again... never... again,
my friend.
Copyright 2013 © Ronald W. Hull
11/4/13
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Always,
Deborah
captured sadness
with
this one, Ron
Lady Vivian
Anna
I could relate all too well to at least the feelings.
John
Regis
Love ya!
Jane
You sure have weaved the bitter/sweet scripts we live by, and the pain of unrequited love.
Best wishes and thank you for giving us a wonderful read :)
Neerja
Michael D.
I wrote this because I thought that it would strike a chord for many, and would make a nice song, and, I believe it has.
Ron
David
I think it lacks what most of mine lack -- artistic flow.
Read several of Ruan Burke's poems. She is a natural at
adding "pzazz" that distinctive poetic touch that separates her from the pack.
If you don't agree, that's OK. We'll still be friends (I hope).
friends and we became lovers. Oh yes, I remember a love like that.
This one hit me from all sides, through many losses from many directions, whether it was from death or just the influence of others. The reason why folks used to stay together(back in the day) was their isolation from outside influences, when we needed each other to survive.