This is still a love poem
But not the type of love poem you might think
It’s one between friends
I still believe that we are growing together
It may be different, but change is just the same
As long as we are evolving
Thank you for letting me love you still
A love that feels like a warm wave has washed over my soul
Illuminating through all of the cracks of my heart
If you turned your back from me for good
That surely would destroy me
That pain would feel like a death
One that I’ve lived through many times
Though it never seems to hurt any less
In fact it always made me sink under until I’ve choked
On what once was the warm wave and drowned
But your compassion and understanding remains
Two of the many qualities that made me fall in love with you
I’ve said before that my friendships are the most
Meaningful relationships in my life
So thank you for letting me be your friend
The strength and courage that you instilled in me
When we were lovers still remains
A light in my darkness
A beautiful flame that will never burn out
You taught me that there is another way to overcome
Because instead of sinking underwater
Now I’ve learned to walk on water.
About the Creator
S.R. Var
I wrote to understand the world around me. I stopped to become a scientist. Decades later, I write to understand myself. Perhaps if you see a bit of yourself in my writing, it may bring you some solace too.
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By Sandor Szabo4 days ago in Fiction
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Those who have such friends in life are very lucky. Loved your poem so much!