Emotional Clutter
So many long-lost friends have come and gone;
like merging shadows consumed by the Night,
while my heart pines for their extinguished light.
Early on, they shone as bright as the dawn,
staying awhile, till time's curtain was drawn:
then, stepping offstage, they slipped out of sight.
Like actors auditioning for a role;
each flame flared, yet soon began to sputter,
playacting became their bread and butter.
And yet, their warmth still lingers in my soul;
tethered to fragile feelings that time stole,
and reduced to emotional clutter.
From failed friendships, I've managed to save
treasured memories I'll take to my grave.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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