Für Jasmine

This is an unedited poem I wrote for my best friend around ten minutes ago... Sometimes letting go is hard, and writing is how I make it easier. This one's for you, Jazzy. I'm so proud of you.

Kindred spirits

Twin earth signs

Soul sisters

A pair of crooked mistakes running down a straight line

 

Bound tight together for three years

Months full of laughter

Until came tears

One day

 

With a hastened departure

Tearful goodbyes

Painful last hugs

and secret handshakes

 

"We'll always be best friends."

"Promise to write?"

"That's what emails are for."

"Well, then, alright."

 

So went this last conversation

Before we departed

Went separate ways

Lead in our hearts

 

Then September came,

Bitter and cold

Like the petals on a flower

We started to crumble and unfold

 

Chatted once or twice a month

Was excited to receive

An email from you

My misery you reprieved

 

"Chat tomorrow,"

We promised each time

But days turned to weeks

I could not deny

 

This sorrow in my heart

Of losing a friend

No doubt that these broken strings

Would take long to mend

 

But I held on

Hoping

And so I told myself

“This will pass, just keep coping.”

 

But my inbox remained vacant

Leaving me in the dust

Wondering where things went wrong

Thinking, “Repair this, I must.”

 

Called you

But no answer

Tried to

Fix what was broken

 

I realize it now:

This friendship was never meant to be

Thank you for having the courage

To leave

 

I’m proud of you

For making new beginnings

But wherever you are

Remember this town

 

Remember lying in the grass

Remember sunlight reflecting off our faces

Remember the limits we surpassed

When you become someone someday, remember me

 

And now I hold these memories

In my hand

Like ashes I spread them

Into the wind

 

Your mark will soon become faded

A distant memory

This bird has grown up

And now it must fly free

Author's Note

I wrote this entire poem in around fifteen minutes without editing it (I wanted it to be honest and straight from the heart), so some parts might be choppy.