void

It hurts to know that the hands that once comforted you

have fallen to ashes;

that the hands that wiped away your tears

-the pain, that I

now stuff in my pockets.

 

It hurts me to know that I can

no longer call you my friend

because when you were gone,

Someone

took your place.

 

I do not know how this will end.

 I cannot tell you

how fast a river will flow

but something changed

 that day

-altered

by my reluctance and your prying.

 

 

You might have to fill my place,

I may have to draw back more,

but as time has been up

the thought of ‘forever’ is slowly

           Fading

                       away.

Reviews

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

You know, the theme seems so personal, and yet you could just as well have been describing my situation. Well, done! Good choice of words. I would have suggestions, but so far it seems quite well polished.

[zainul]

Wonderful write.
Thanks for sharing.