Curtis Johnson Poet Verse

One 7 Letter Word

Before rising from bed this morning, there were teary eyes with                                                                                
this sense of loss. It was not a loss by death but by separation.
I was struck with thoughts of friends I've met in my lifetime,                                                                                    
whom to most I have had to sadly say goodbye with little                                                                           
hope of seeing them again.                                                                                                                                           

I know that I am not alone, but there is a word that has followed
me for a lifetime, and there are times I wish it would cease.
I remember friends from early childhood that I grew up with.  
All of us were separated after high school and have remained so.                                                                                 

None of my childhood friends nor high school class mates has become                                                            
life-long friends.  I do not know if such is abnormal, but the older I become,                                                     
the more it seems to 'get next to me'. This 'cycle of the circle being broken'                                                               
is the story of my life.  But I'm good, and I get by with lots of help from                                                          
my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

Life forces us to 'come to terms with 'matter of fact' realities.
All along the way, a whole new 'world of friendships' develops.
If our lives have been ones of mobility, that world becomes vast.
New languages and dialects, new challenges, characters, cultures,                                                                                         
and ethnicities, new time zones, climates, and weather systems.

If we are willing to grow, the tears of goodbyes will dry, and a new
world of fresh friendships will unfold like colorful flower gardens.
'Goodbye', that dreaded 7-letter word will forever be a                                   
precious memory, but it will slowly fade like a passing                         
season, making time and space for a new one.

030222PS

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Andrea Dietrich March 6, 2022 at 12:16 PM how thoughtfully you have reflected on friendships in this poem. I have friends from high school on social media but only one that seems true. Friends come and go. it's the ones that stay true that are precious as gold to me!

Darlene De Beaulieu March 3, 2022 at 12:40 PM Hello Curtis Johnson, for a time after school was over, I had kept in touch with my friends. Then slowly I lost touch with with them. they moved on. I never met them again. i think of them al the time. Wondering how they are doing. Enjoy your day my friend.