I feel our friendship is going astray
I feel we’ve run out of real things to say
The things that mattered and brought us together
The things that gave our friendship some banter
We have to remember the affection we share
We have to remember what it felt like to care
Our companionship grew as we shared all those things
Our friendship is gone. Was it only a fling?
We shared things in private that scared others away
We shared intimate thoughts and feelings all day
Fading away to maintain preservation
Fading away without one reservation
Like a whisper we shout for what should have been
Like a whisper we cry for what could have been
We’re waning from memory, forgetting so fast
We’re disappearing from sight, and into the past
About the Creator
Laerilee
I began writing when I was young, but I had a million excuses why I never shared my creations with anyone. 30 years later I woke up with Soulmate in my mind, sharing its' first breaths with me...
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
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