Ashley Caldwell Poet I do not know?

My Dearest Friend

How often is it,
That we have waved hello,
Waved goodbye,
And waved hello once more?
At this time,
I wave goodbye,
And hide,
My secret, locked up, hello.
I often thought,
As I watched us grow,
This bond we wont forego.
Heart beat rise,
I see your back,
My tears begin to glow.
Come back my friend,
Until the the end.
Don't break the wedding vow.
My hand reaches out.
How often have we waved hello,
Then waved goodbye?
Please unlock,
Your secret, locked up, hello
Don't go.

P.S. I have never been married lol the idea of ending one really moves me though.....but 
thank you for the support.

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Joseph Spence Sr May 16, 2009 at 12:12 PM This is a very interesting piece. The title is appropriate. Husbands and wives should be dearest friends. This flow very well and contemporary. Great job and welcome to the Soup! ~Joseph

Charlene Bird May 3, 2009 at 9:20 PM A remarkable write, with alot of pain underneath. I am sure there are some who can idenify with this heartwrenching write.

Carolyn Devonshire May 1, 2009 at 8:42 AM This poem captures so much longing for both love itself and the belief that love will endure. If you do marry, Ashley, I think you will go the extra mile to make it work as you already understand the consequences of a broken vow. Great poem! Love, Carolyn