Hindsight

You look at me with eyes big, begging for sympathy, campaigning for your side like a seasoned politician. I'm sorting memories, like fingers through boxed photos, noting moments where trust has been misplaced. When our eyes meet there is only stony silence as angels fall off their pedestals. This is how a friendship ends.

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Terry Hillen

Date: 10/2/2019 10:14:00 PM

" When our eyes meet there is only stony silence as angels fall off their pedestals" I think that is the essence of poetry, capturing the complexity of a situation eloquently through imagery and tight language usage. I don't even think the last line is necessary you've captured the entirety of the situation so beautifully in the previous sentence. Kudos.

Laine Lubar
Date: 10/21/2019 1:07:00 PM

Thank you.

Arturo Michael

Date: 9/30/2019 3:49:00 PM

True...at least you're alive...Nice one

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/30/2019 3:19:00 PM

Ah, you have described the end of a friendship well indeed!