We reached-
arms outstretched
found,
learned,
knew
complacent and satisfied
loosened our grip
forgot, rested
lost.
But who can remember
the melody of a brook?
-keep a butterfly or a flower
in a jar?
We would remember.
Today is misplaced
Distance and time continue
I lost you
Our friendship is the victim.
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i don't quite understand everything in the last section, but the poem touches a chord... remembering too many friendships that have drifted away. The first part is especially moving.
and we drift. and don't outstretch to retrieve what is lost. and selfloathe for willingly losing.
why?
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