Eight Years in Time

I don't cry over men any more,

but I'll cry for you my dear.

Best friend of mine,

8 years in time.

Something of yours,

something of mine.

Tick-tock 

Tick-tock.

Put the memories on a gold clasp chain

'Round my calico blue collar.

Gnawing at the wormholes of my heart,

I once again know what it is to feel.

Reviews

[Tamika Finley]

Relatable for me because I recently lost a best friend

[Diana]

So sorry. I definitely know the feeling...

[Tamika Finley]

We'll get through it together. Just keep writing and I will too

[Diana]

True story!

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem told a sad story. We do learn what is true or not with time and age. I like the story and lesson told. A strong ending to the powerful poetry Diana.
Coyote

[Diana]

Thank you, Coyote. I wasn't quite sure how the poem was going to turn out...when the feelings are strong, it's harder to make it coherent.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Diana.

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

It's really hard to miss someone special in your life. You described your feelings very nice, good.

[Diana]

Thank you. Agreed, very hard...

[~]

Ohh, this was painful to read. it resonates with me and a friend i lost on a battle with cancer.. i love that imagery of the gold clasp chain.. a safe place to save the memory and the feelings that went with it.

[Diana]

Thank you! Glad you could relate.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

friendships are stronger than love affairs...they run deep....and they let us feel....when those other relationships wear thin and wear us out...we grow cold to them...friendships warm the soul...and gnaw at those wormholes...

well said.

[Diana]

Truth. Thank you, Jacob.