Years ago we met. So sweet and kind you have always been. You soon became my buddy.
Close friends enjoying each other’s company.
You always wanted more but did I know it? Have to admit, you did show it.
Now here we are, talking again. It’s been awhile. The distance has set in.
Yet you still feel close to me. I still want time to talk with you and see where our friendship could lead.
But we both still feel the affects of the divorcing. I feel I need to give you what you need, and maybe a deeper friendship is a lost dream.
It’s ok. I want you to be, happy and find your way. Find joy again. You know? And I will remember and smile at the times we shared, years ago.
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Humming a song tonight, I’m reminded how much I missed you, music. Been thinking. Another day thinking. What else can I do? What else should I do? What more have I missed? Intelligence, greatness and confidence dance away. But since when do I have to feel something in order to already be or become anyway? So much to give but how to give it, I don’t know. The melodic notes spoke. This more I’m trying to conjure up and figure out is already there, inside, waiting for a door to open wide. I’m the one with the key. I’m the one with the power of opening more. It’s been there all along. I’ve been sitting on the song. There’s more. It’s always been inside. Open the door.
By Serena Arnold5 years ago in Poets
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