Poet Tacito Poet Free verse

Please, Don'T Call Me Your 'Friend'

You will never write me.
You will never call.

You will never inquire about my day.
You will believe my heart will never fall. 

Your words will be made
Of incendiary copiers
Of toddler’s glue

To tell hundreds of others
How unique
They never were

Without online reminders,
I will be another passing celebration.

Another misunderstood gasp of amnesia
Reaching out with curdled arms
Amongst plucked yesterdays

Where were you in the weeks of our passing lull? 

Did you crawl towards remedial rest stop
As you pleasured tomorrow’s misguided wish

Because
It was never guaranteed

But, you knew that.

Just like admiration,
Yet, never expecting its counterpart
To be awoken from fantasy’s French kiss

I hold the bliss of hopeful awakenings
From this familiar rooftop
That you will know what it really means
What it really means

To become what you have forgotten

A solicited facade of bonded breaths
Ready to fall

©Drake J. Eszes

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Jslambert Mister Roboto August 3, 2014 at 4:11 PM I really enjoyed this peer into your heart. This resonates well. Just got done with Facebook myself. Wastebook Tracking Device. I too, am 37 Sagittarius . (early Dec) Wisdom is definitely for sharing!~JSL 7 rate, but I won't call you "friend:) Poet Tacito August 29, 2014 at 12:55 PM Hey there, Debbie! :) I look forward to you reading more too! Thank you so much! Poet Tacito August 3, 2014 at 4:41 PM Ha! Nice. That's awesome. Sags rule! Cheers, Roboto!

Vicki Acquah April 23, 2014 at 4:08 AM to become what u hv fogttn ...<3

Kira Price February 18, 2014 at 1:26 AM Some friends are better friends because of space. I love my space, but I definitely check up from time to time. I like the way you laid out your thoughts on this issue. Poet Tacito February 19, 2014 at 10:43 PM I absolutely agree. Some folks are best in small doses. Thank you very much, Kira. :)

Lillie Williams February 13, 2014 at 7:17 PM Drake, friends are important, but if they never come around to check on you or pick up the phone to say hi, they are not friends. I love this poem. It says a lot and it gets close to the heart. great work, thanks for sharing. Poet Tacito February 13, 2014 at 10:52 PM You got that right. Many, many thanks to you, Lillie. It's very cool to make your acquaintance. :)

John Loving Iii February 11, 2014 at 7:03 PM i feel the emptiness to and so have a lot of people i'm hearing. but we faithful everyonce in a while come looking for you and that thing you do with words. john Poet Tacito February 11, 2014 at 8:45 PM You're are a very, very kind man, John. That's a wonderful comment. We have all been there, yes. Thank you so much!

Donna Jones February 10, 2014 at 9:19 PM Well coming round to check on you...haven't seen that smiling face on the wall..too many days now..hope all is well Drake..dj Poet Tacito February 10, 2014 at 9:55 PM =) You're adorable, Donna. I'll be posting something new tomorrow. ;-) I hope you're feeling better!

Chuck Melugin February 7, 2014 at 2:41 PM 7 drake! The fall .....past friendship The recovery......not an option! The write....brilliant! My best, chuck Poet Tacito February 9, 2014 at 12:56 PM Very, very kind of you to say, Chuck. Thanks so much!

Richard Lamoureux February 5, 2014 at 10:11 AM Hello Friend, did you rewrite this one or was I insane the last time I read it*lol* I do in fact see your imbedded humor this time around. Poet Tacito February 5, 2014 at 10:57 AM Nope, no rewrites. Lol. Yes, youre insane. :P <3

Donna Jones February 3, 2014 at 9:19 PM Well another heart stopper...it sure is nice to know who they really are....isn't it....been gone sick almost a month and it was so nice to have those few inquiring messages..waiting...how unique..they never were..a sad line..keep em coming...:-) Poet Tacito February 3, 2014 at 9:42 PM Yup! You got that right, Donna! You've been missed! It's awesome to see you around again!

Anne-Lise Andresen February 2, 2014 at 6:16 AM - Interesting ............ I am thinking ...... hmmmmmm ...... Some have 49,289 "friends" on "F.BOOK" ..... I do not .... because I have not "gossip book"- Have a great Sunday. - ..... The end ! - oxox // Anne-Lise :) Poet Tacito February 3, 2014 at 9:41 PM Hell of a comment there! Good call on that, Anne Lise. =) Thank you very much for that!

Charmaine Chircop February 1, 2014 at 5:31 AM Ow ..This is powerful and deep Drake.I do feel that there is more than friendship going in these verses...I hope this persona realizes..She s the one you re writing about..I hope she fulfills your wishes and bliss your dear heart with joy.I do feel forgotten by friends at times..till everynow and then they visit or send me a message..But this seems to be more than friend to friend bases.Heart touching.Hope I always be a good poetry friend to you..Im sure you have many friends who care. Poet Tacito February 1, 2014 at 7:39 AM I have people who care and I'm grateful very much for that. But, my wishes are being fulfilled just fine on my own without the reliance/dependency on another. Plus, this wasn't about me, personally. :) It's just folks who use the "friend" word like it's a buzzword on Google. It's pitiful to say the least. You're awesome, dear Charmaine. *big hug*

Juliet Ligon January 31, 2014 at 5:07 PM So expressive. I love how you don't hold back. Very well done! Poet Tacito January 31, 2014 at 11:02 PM Hey there, Juliet! :) Holding back is not something I'm good at...ever. Thank you so much!

John Loving Iii January 31, 2014 at 3:49 PM the title grabed me but for a different reason. your words, all i can say is that one day long after we are dead you will be admired for your work. your work is poetry personified. Poet Tacito January 31, 2014 at 11:02 PM That is a hell of a comment. Very cool of you to say! Thank you so much, John! :)

Debbie Mills-Kelly January 31, 2014 at 12:28 PM Very deep and raw emotions here... you always open a vein and thats a great sign when your pens bleeds... really a great piece Drake... Poet Tacito January 31, 2014 at 11:01 PM Hey there. Yup, for sure. Thank you very much, Debbie.

Monterey Sirak January 31, 2014 at 7:29 AM You constantly amaze me! This is raw, emotional, and powerful. There is pain in feeling insignificant to someone who matters. I always read your poems more than once. And every time I find some new nugget of truth that jumps up and gives me a little smack. This read it is the line "another misunderstood gasp of amnesia". It keeps playing in my head. I think it wants to break free and become its own poem. Poet Tacito January 31, 2014 at 7:59 AM MONTEREY!!! WOOOOOT! I am beyond elated this morning with everybody's comments, and now yours!! I am so damn fortunate!!!! I'm all for those nuggets of truth. Mmm, I want chicken nuggets now...ANYWAY, the line you mention, well, perhaps something more can come from it. Perhaps...thank you so much, Monterey! =D

Sarai Virden January 31, 2014 at 4:39 AM Even without an online reminder, you will never be a passing celebration to me. Your heart and talent has captured me over the months. I've been laid up recovering from surgery for the past week or so, yet it is my friends on the soup who are often on my mind and in my heart. Too drugged to write, or read much, but every day I've looked forward to reading your poems... Yes, just to get a feel for how my friend is doing. This was a vivid emotional write... Beautiful though sad. Poet Tacito January 31, 2014 at 7:56 AM Sarai, first & foremost, I hope you get better quickly! I miss your touching work! True story! You're ENTIRELY too kind with your comment. I can't thank you enough!

Nette Onclaud January 29, 2014 at 3:34 PM the most important things about friendship are reciprocity, emotional connection, and respect...actually, i got sick, had a birthday that went on for a week, and learned my speakers got busted, drake... i hope we are still friends???... seriously, you gave this so much energy and was a bit dark.. it's as if i were right inside your mind giving this person on the rocks a blow ... just wow!.. huggs! Poet Tacito January 31, 2014 at 7:52 AM Yes, you are absolutely right, Nette. Are we still friends??? Do you really need to ask that?? ;-) You rock so much. I am deeply grateful to know you. Thank you so much.

Carrie Richards January 29, 2014 at 2:59 PM If I were to presume to read between the lines, this one comes from the gut of some true feelings It is too easy to think a friendship, or (more) is the real thing,.especially when it is an online communication happening.Sad to say, not everyone is sincere, some only live in the moment for the "thrill" of it...while one on the receiving end, has faith, trust, and honor..The sting of it is painful indeed,..you write for many who have felt the sting of neglect, and carelessness.This packs a punch! Poet Tacito January 31, 2014 at 7:51 AM You're spot on, dear Carrie. And, yes, that was my goal. I think it hit a few folks here. I'm all for punch!!!! Speaking of which...I need a drink. Huge hug & thank you, Carrie!!!!!

Wilma Neels January 29, 2014 at 7:18 AM I just love this Drake.. Yep sometimes people get forgotten so quickly..Don't even realise the person has moved on.. Really enjoyed this one, going right to the core :) Poet Tacito January 29, 2014 at 7:54 AM Geez, duplicate posts. Sorry! Anyway, HI WILMA!!! =D You're spot on with that, for sure! Thank you so much! The core is my friend. Poet Tacito January 29, 2014 at 7:53 AM It does go a bit deeper than what entails on its poetic surface. Nice catch. ;-) You've brought me my morning smile. I'm grateful for that, Bindu. Thank you so much! Poet Tacito January 29, 2014 at 7:52 AM It does go a bit deeper than what entails on its poetic surface. Nice catch. ;-) You've brought me my morning smile. I'm grateful for that, Bindu. Thank you so much!

Lucilla Carrillo January 28, 2014 at 11:42 PM this is strong, but very well written. Many will tell you that they are your friends, but very few will be. thanks for sharing.... Lucilla Poet Tacito January 28, 2014 at 11:48 PM You got that right. Hi & thank you so much, Lucilla! Awesome to see you around! =)

Laura Breidenthal January 28, 2014 at 7:21 PM I feel a lot of pain in these words...great one, Drake. Love your work. Always, Laura Poet Tacito January 28, 2014 at 7:25 PM Indeed, Laura. Thank you very much. I'm always happy you come around here. =)

Eileen Manassian January 28, 2014 at 8:40 AM OH DEAR ME! For once in my life I must disagree with Richard......This SO does it for me. Though I do agree with him that it isn't your USUAL write....I find it really hit home....SO powerfully. I have felt what you feel......I have been where you are........I sometimes feel I am still there! Drake...this is one of your ABSOLUTE BEST! I get irked when people can me "friend" when I feel I am so much more.....than an acquaintance. ;) Totally caught your drift on this one. Eileen Manassian January 29, 2014 at 11:13 AM HA HA HA HA HA!!! Dear dear! FLO...You are stirring the pot there! ;) Drake says....leaving us kids along...My comeback!! HE STARTED IT! HA HA! ;) I LOVE my name, Flo...reminds of back in Cyprus...that's how people would call me. HUGS Poet Tacito January 28, 2014 at 11:51 AM Lol. I leave you kids alone for 2 minutes.... Eileen Manassian January 28, 2014 at 10:21 AM Different mind????? OH...please don't have your mind changed, Richard...this one is a beautiful one! Perhaps you meant a different mind FRAME? ;) I sure hope so..Oh dear...SEE? The story of my life...UP and DOWN...and UP and DOWN....ummmm...Ok...That is getting weird. DRAKE????? I'll go...I'll go! ;) Richard Lamoureux January 28, 2014 at 8:56 AM What? You disagree with me?? I'm crushed! Just kidding *lol* I am glad it is just me, I will be back to read another day with a different mind. Eileen Manassian January 28, 2014 at 8:51 AM I"M SO STUPID...I MEANT BFF...WHAT THE HECK IS BBF????? BEST BOSOM FRIEND? HA HA! ;) You know....Bosom buddies.....???? Eileen Manassian January 28, 2014 at 8:50 AM BBF???? HA HA HA HA! I know...pushing it. Just kidding. Had to get you going on that one..... ;) Poet Tacito January 28, 2014 at 8:47 AM That means so much, Eileen. I mean, I absolutely get what Richard is saying. Perspectives from different eyes can do that. I still adore the man. =) That said, you my dear, are a friend. Yes. I'm glad you understood the drift. ;-)

Pace Ink-U-Script January 28, 2014 at 8:38 AM Awesome display of art...I couldn't agree more. .And I really love your response to Richard. Many people get friends and acquaintances mixed with each other. There's a huge difference between the two. ..enjoyed the morning read from you. Poet Tacito January 28, 2014 at 8:46 AM Morning, sir! Yes, there absolutely is. I mean, I can understand WHY it's said, because one can get caught in a moment of excitement or something. But, that fades. True friendship lasts. I definitely appreciate your visit, Pace.

Richard Lamoureux January 28, 2014 at 8:15 AM I love your work Drake but this one doesn't do it for me. It lacks your usual humour and essence. It almost feels like it was written by someone else. Are you in a bad place currently? I hope not, take care my friend. Oops I didn't follow your instructions *lol* oh well you're stuck with me buddy. Richard Lamoureux January 28, 2014 at 8:53 AM Glad to hear you are lovely, I will come back and read this again another day, perhaps I am not in the right frame of mind to fully appreciate this one. I am however enjoying the responses. Poet Tacito January 28, 2014 at 8:20 AM HA! Charming sir! I appreciate that. There was a different goal in mind with this, yes. Not the usual. It was sarcasm in basic verbiage, at first. I changed it up. That said, yes, I'm lovely. But, no, the cause for this writing wasn't. People use the word "friend" like running water in a faucet with no dishes to wash. Wasted. Not really appreciated. No real grasp of what it means. They confuse "friend" with "acquaintance". Many thanks, Richard.

Russell Sivey January 28, 2014 at 8:00 AM Yes! Another tremendous write by you my friend! My favorite line of this poem has to be, "Where were you in the weeks of our passing lull? " I understand that completely, as probably everyone else here does! I truly loved reading this dynamic poem here this morning! What a remarkable piece, Great Work!! Poet Tacito January 28, 2014 at 8:13 AM My good man, Russell! Yes, I think we all understand that. Agreed. =) Thank you so much for the comment and for being legit.