For The One Left

We’ve all experienced the heartache ‘breaking-up’ with a friend. Here is mine.

When set adrift

In a sea of luminous faces

Joined hands and lingering hugs,

You hide your face from me

Drift past Leave gaps

A silence less golden

Than anything left

In this material world.

Dirty and shameful

Empty and pointless

A gift of misunderstood

Histories, left

Ravaging memory

A desolate wasteland

Of questions

When an answer is all

I need

Some sort of closure

This will not come to

A friend

Who will never be


In turn

I have chosen to hide

My face from you

But truth comes from

An empty bottle, and

Again, I wear

My heart on my sleeve

Cleaving the past in two

Cutting you off,






I am still thinking

But you,

Who started this

On some unknown day

At some unknown time

Have removed all traces

Of a bond

That felt


Like sisters

One has died

Feels nothing

For the one left


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For the one who mourns.

Whilst reality is steeped

In time, and

The wound mends

I still feel Regret

Founder & Writer at Blognitive Therapy. Deeply committed to psychology, movement and mental health awareness. Fascinated by pretty much everything else.

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