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
Again…
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,
Just
That
Little
Bit
More
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
Genetic
Like sisters
One has died
Feels nothing
For the one left
Behind
No comment
For the one who mourns.
Whilst reality is steeped
In time, and
The wound mends
I still feel Regret
