I once had a friend
With whom I shared
So much of myself.
We were of one mind
And kindred spirits
Despite the 10-year difference
In our ages.
Years apart,
We had followed
In one another's footsteps,
Never knowing the other existed
Until one day
Our paths finally crossed,
And two lonely people
Found joy
In the company of one another.
But then
My heart intervened
And I fell
Beneath the onslaught
Of tempestuous need
That he could not meet.
He was honest,
Did not lie,
I could not give him
What he most desired;
But I could not let go
Of the friend
I had grown to love.
Years passed
And our friendship grew strained,
Until finally
The day came
When the joy we had shared
Lay in shards
As I drove away,
My heart shattered,
My face awash in tears,
Putting miles between us
As I faced a future
Without my love,
My friend.
Never far from my mind,
I wonder
How he is,
Where he is,
And curse myself
For ruining the magic
Of what we had.
Did he find that special woman
Who could give him
What I could not?
My heart hopes so.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
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