The moments we shared together, The feelings that bound us close, The letters we wrote to each other, The sweetness was like a rose.
Then it all began to dwindle Where did our friendship go? I thought we were sewing seeds of commitment A camaraderie that would grow.
Now we go our separate ways, We don’t even say goodbye, Just let the quietness spread between us, While letting our friendship die.
Were we true friends, I ask
Did we truly share a friendship bond
Or were we just mere acquaintances
Not looking too far beyond
Just a second, minute, a day at a time
Sharing, communicating, no tomorrow
Borrowing from each other’s treasury of gifts
Until there is nothing left to borrow.
Just a silent winding down.
An unspoken, unemotional goodbye
As though everything we shared
Can be weighed and forgotten with a simple sigh.
What a wonderful write my friend, relationships are like this sometimes. Sad when this happens...but true friendship will exist even if miles and miles apart, and even if words are not spoken but on occasions. I have a friend whom I used to spend much time with, but as our lives begin to change and we each had a family to take care of, our time togethe wasn't as abundant, but when we see each other or call every blue moon, we pick up where we left off, as if we had never been apart, and we don't get upset with each other for not calling, we just undertand each other. We also would be there to back the other at any given time if need be. I have however had those friends whom faded into the shadows and soon out of my life, leaving me wondering where they went! Great write! Enjoyed!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Reviewed by Angelia Vogel (Reader)
Reviewed on May 29, 2007
Relationships are so often like this. You begin to build a friendship, a bond, and then it just falls apart, leaving you to wonder what happened. A very emotional and sincerely felt poem.
Funny, just today I was thinking of a childhood friend I had. For years we remained friends, that is until I discovered how much she had changed, how much she treated our friendship like master-servant, and not the close, almost sister-like friendship I thought we had. Sadly, it was I who pulled away seven years ago. I see her in my dreams and wonder how she is today.
Now, with maturity, I view friendships in a different light. Instead of getting really attached and risking disappointment, I enjoy the friendship and offer my very best while it lasts, and let go when the time comes, harboring no regrets only best wishes for the future. I don`t know if any of this makes sense, Jeanette.
Your poem holds a lot of sadness, regret, and a longing for what once was. Hang on to the memories by all means...they did exist in a time of your life once upon a time; but let go. Who knows, if it`s meant to be, your paths will meet again.
Thank you for sharing this write from the heart.
Jeannette, life will sometime stop us dead in our tracks when we find a friend who at one time or another appeared to be joined to our hips but they abrubtly turned a blind eye to our once sister/brother like union and go a different route. It's devastating to the soul and to the mind...it's like losing a precious gem...we entrusted our secrets and thoughts with them and we never can have them back...they are left with someone whose abandoned our union...and, we struggle, missing the closeness, the friendship, the feeling at ease to discuss, whatever, with them and to enjoy trips, outings, etc.,...it's a shear loss and nothing quite seems to fill the void. It also can leave the mind distrusting of others and leave us afraid to reach out and become close friends with someone else. I know this feeling...I've been there and it hurts!
Your voice narrates this sad happening to bring life and a realness to this poem. I'm glad you shared this because maybe someone else, like my self, will definitely relate to the pain.
Jeanette,
I think we've all shared these words and emotions at least once in our lives. Somebody has gifted us a friendship even if it's only for a short time. After they're gone from us it leaves us with a sense of longing and yearning for it to return.
Wonderful write. Thank You for sharing with us.
My dear Jeanette, I think you hold up for us to see much of what we experience right here at AuthorsDen. Many of us touch and have been touched by the sharing of emotions and feelings with other writers and readers while many others of us seem to function on what to me is perceived as a shallower functioning in life. Some read our posted words and are brought to tears while others read and comment lightly, "O, that was nice" and move on.
Throughout my professional working career I was exposed hundreds of times to those facing criminal prosecution for horrendous, torturous acts against others. Especially notable among those individuals was the exhibited personality commonly termed sociopathic, a kind of human behavior characterized by a detached and unfeeling lack of relationship and kinship with other living creatures.
This is the extreme. My experience in AuthorsDen has been diametrically the opposite with the writers and readers here. However, I perceive an analgous kinship to this concept when I understand that some of us have developed true and real friendships here and elsewhere while many others of us function on a more arms-length basis of a here-today-gone-tomorrow acquaintanceship, only.
I felt a sense of sadness in reading your insightful and perceptive poem The Silence of Goodbye, Jeanette. To have someone with whom you exchange not only the pleasantries of the day but a sharing of feelings and emotions suddenly just drop off and no longer exist in your world is to suffer a real hurt and injury and loss.
True friends don't borrow "until there is nothing left to borrow," for it is in borrowing and repaying and sharing that friendships ripen and mature and give life richer meaning, not at all unlike a husband and wife who are true and best friends whose committed relationship deepens and enrichs the soul with the passage of time and the sharing of life experiences, from the raising of children together to the supportive sharing at the loss and passing of your own parents.
Once more your poetry stirs and touches me, Jeanette. You are truly gifted, and I am thankful for your friendship and blessed by having the opportunity to read your words of fiction, your thoughtful articles and your wonderful, moving poetry.
You, Jeanette, share with us all a treasury of gifts.
Jeanette, very well penned, something for all of us to ponder. Would you like to hear a song I wrote with simulair thoughts? I can email you an mp3. John Turner
While Debtors prisons no longer exist, many people continue to be persecuted for crimes related to poverty or inability to repay money owed to municipalities. This practice remains in an injustice that needs to be rectified.
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Blessings,
Joyce B.
Be safe,
Karen
Now, with maturity, I view friendships in a different light. Instead of getting really attached and risking disappointment, I enjoy the friendship and offer my very best while it lasts, and let go when the time comes, harboring no regrets only best wishes for the future. I don`t know if any of this makes sense, Jeanette.
Your poem holds a lot of sadness, regret, and a longing for what once was. Hang on to the memories by all means...they did exist in a time of your life once upon a time; but let go. Who knows, if it`s meant to be, your paths will meet again.
Thank you for sharing this write from the heart.
God Bless
Love and respect
Lena
Your voice narrates this sad happening to bring life and a realness to this poem. I'm glad you shared this because maybe someone else, like my self, will definitely relate to the pain.
I think we've all shared these words and emotions at least once in our lives. Somebody has gifted us a friendship even if it's only for a short time. After they're gone from us it leaves us with a sense of longing and yearning for it to return.
Wonderful write. Thank You for sharing with us.
Lisa
Throughout my professional working career I was exposed hundreds of times to those facing criminal prosecution for horrendous, torturous acts against others. Especially notable among those individuals was the exhibited personality commonly termed sociopathic, a kind of human behavior characterized by a detached and unfeeling lack of relationship and kinship with other living creatures.
This is the extreme. My experience in AuthorsDen has been diametrically the opposite with the writers and readers here. However, I perceive an analgous kinship to this concept when I understand that some of us have developed true and real friendships here and elsewhere while many others of us function on a more arms-length basis of a here-today-gone-tomorrow acquaintanceship, only.
I felt a sense of sadness in reading your insightful and perceptive poem The Silence of Goodbye, Jeanette. To have someone with whom you exchange not only the pleasantries of the day but a sharing of feelings and emotions suddenly just drop off and no longer exist in your world is to suffer a real hurt and injury and loss.
True friends don't borrow "until there is nothing left to borrow," for it is in borrowing and repaying and sharing that friendships ripen and mature and give life richer meaning, not at all unlike a husband and wife who are true and best friends whose committed relationship deepens and enrichs the soul with the passage of time and the sharing of life experiences, from the raising of children together to the supportive sharing at the loss and passing of your own parents.
Once more your poetry stirs and touches me, Jeanette. You are truly gifted, and I am thankful for your friendship and blessed by having the opportunity to read your words of fiction, your thoughtful articles and your wonderful, moving poetry.
You, Jeanette, share with us all a treasury of gifts.
With love and admiration,
Richard