Swept Away by the Seasons

May 10, 2009

The air is thick

With the scent of blooming lilacs.

The sound of running water

Softly, continuously, fills my ears.

It is warm enough to draw me in

And give life to the world around me.

As I connect my pen to this paper

I think and thoughst flow.

 

I guess I am not really sure

When it happened.

How it happened.

Why it happened.

But it did.

 

Is it broken?

Our friendship that is.

We are different now.

We used to be sisters.

And now some would say we are strangers.

What did I do?

If I only knew.

Maybe I could fix it.

 

I guess I am not really sure

When it happened.

How it happened.

Why it happened.

But it did.

 

Maybe it's unfixable.

I guess I should have seen it coming.

It's been happening for awhile.

Was our friendship ever sincere?

Or was it always this fake?

Riddled with cruel intentions.

I can't put all the blame on you,

I made my share of mistakes too.

 

I guess I am not really sure

When it happened.

How it happened.

Why it happened.

But it did.

 

I really wanted to make it work.

But people change,

They grow apart.

When I look back on our friendship

I will not weep, or be consumed by anger or sadness.

But instead, grow a smile,

And remember that we shared

Something unremarkably beautiful.

 

Reviews

[deadly healer]

o wow. this poem was good. it reminded me of my old relationships. it felt like sorrow. i love this poem.