Friendship (Page 2)
“It is what it is.” (thoughts)
“It is what it is” applies to:
…a rainy day.
…when you forget the lyrics to a song.
…getting a hole in your sock.
The Divorce. (an acrostic poem)
The promise kept them,
hope sustained them,
every day a little less.
The Din (a 3-in-1 poem)
Scents of countless delicacies combine.
Enticements abounding.
Sounding china and silver sit atop the din.
Conversation flourishing.
“I remember” (a poem)
TW: Suicide
I feel my chest heave as I walk through the kitchen.
Heavy breath, warm and wet.
My pace deliberate, pronounced.
Cold steel grazes my neck, awakening memories.
The Bookstore (a poem)
I relish the feeling of crisp new pages,
the scent of ink in the air.
Some, may speak of enchanted places.
A handsome prince, a maiden fair.
Goodbye Summer (a poem)
I’ve never been one for long goodbyes,
feigning sentiment that’s full of lies.
Our paths separate as we reason why,
time divides and friendships die.
Friendship (a poem)
Through seasons of life friends come and then go.
Each leaves an indelible mark on the soul.










