I walk the halls of ghosts.
Of all who came before.
The memories of the foundry floor
Reverberate in my mind.
I remember silhouettes of friends;
See them smiling there.
I see toolbags, slung up on their backs.
Hear their crazy laughs.
Their grunts of strain. Their eyes in pain. As bolts found home.
As my mind wanders these halls, still entrenched in work,
Thoughts loop large to previous days.
Wishing for days gone by—to reach and grab a piece.
Stuck in the here and now—more in back than in front.
Training new by old. Futures to reveal.
Fresh hands to shake, and smiles to share...
Toolbags of their own.
Perhaps a sign of times, as future comes and goes.
Perhaps a sentimental fool in hallways, I suppose.
- Debra
lost friendships reconnected at high school reunions
Old friendships really last forever more
Connections from their past are set in stone.
When friends catch up, those paths they then restore
Despite the many years that may have flown.
By chance or rearranged It's like before
Update their lives with all that they have sown.
I've met many people in life
Maybe not a lot but sufficient enough to understand
that the one who sticks around is a friend
the one who cares when nobody does is a friend
the one who feels like home is a friend
But lately I've come to see a truth I missed,
that the place where huge smiles would bloom
lies hidden beneath a thin veneer, their gloom
We never really engaged in a fight- lucky I guessed,
but I was wrong because their emotions were never meant to be truly expressed
We still walk side by side, sharing our moments everyday- yet still feel so drained
That's ironic because real ones stay the same even after times have changed.
I'm beyond done figuring out this complexity around,
but now more grateful to god for the few true gems I found.
Excitement, anticipation and just a little fear.
As the day of the reunion slowly draws near.
It is nigh on thirty years since my hometown I left.
Family losses and change leaving me bereft.
The company we worked for turned out to be the best.
And we all started out on our lifetime quest.
Marriages and homes one day would come.
As the weekends approached all we wanted was fun.
Great friendships were forged in these times gone by.
We laughed, we fought and sometimes we cried.
The day finally dawned when we met once more.
And there was laughter, tears and fun days like before.
Step by step we walk along,
Breathing in the air so strong.
The sky above the ground below,
Our hearts are light,
Our spirits grow.
Side by side we laugh, and talk,
The road stretched forward as we walk.
Steps complete the mind feels clear,
Calm and balance free of fear.
As we walked, the journey flows,
Stronger still, our friendship grows .
Grateful hearts, refreshed we part,
Feeling light in soul and heart.
I have challenges in friendships because of what I expect
To me cultivating a friendship is like playing a game of roulette
For this person i tend to go above and beyond or go all out
Not giving it time to see what the person is really about
Its a challenge because they may not work as hard as you do
Then you're wondering if its any worth looking for someone new
Learning lessons from past experiences that you don't want to repeat
Struggling with fear of rejection with new ones you meet
You want to except who they are and take what you can get
But at the same time not be that person that they easily forget
Friendships are a two way street but most drive one way
It would be nice to find a friend with qualities like mine one day
As each one fails and you keep starting all over again
It becomes a big challenge trying to find that special friend.
all of bonds l o o
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n
impervious our friendships~
silver chains sparkle
My best friend,
Always makes me laugh,
My best friend,
Never made me feel as if I were last,
My best friend,
Always held my hand,
Now it's my turn to take a stand,
I'll be your shoulder to lean on,
I'll be your ears to hear,
I'll hold your heart when it's heavy,
Know matter how far I am or near,
I'll be that crazy one in the stand,
To make jokes while I'm holding your hand,
I'll be your best friend,
And you can be mine,
My best friend till the end time...........
I remember,
I remember the pain,
I remember the fear.
The loss, the anger, the hurt.
Friendships I thought might last forever,
Torn apart too soon.
People I loved now lost to me.
Years ago, I wrote a letter,
An old song from the depths of my heart.
In this letter, I recall
The crushing, clenching pain.
I thought it was gone, old and fixed,
Oh how wrong I was.
I read these words today and the pain returns,
The wounds not healed but covered,
Ignored and left in the past, I thought they couldn’t hurt me,
But the bandage has been torn, ripped from my skin
Revealing shredded flesh and weeping blood.
My chest is clenching, my heart clutched in yesterday’s bruising grasp.
The memories hurt and my tears fall fresh, leaving red tracks against my cheeks,
The thoughts I had way back when,
The all encompassing ache that filled my heart,
It returns again, though not as sharp as once before.
I Will Be There For You !
I will be there for you
all your problems to share & sort
I will be there for you
whether you share with me or not...
I will be there for you
when nobody deserves to hear
I will be there for you
to give you sympathetic ear...
I will be there for you
through your worries and pain
I will be there for you
whether sunshine or rain...
I will be there for you
when your eyes having tears
I will be there for you
when nobody is here so near...
I will be there for you
being a close & sincere friend
I will be there for you
because true friendship never ends!
Do
not put
me in a
box where I can't
be seen. I will not
hide anymore, I must
be set free to fly. Do not
put me in a box, where I can
not breath. Yes I need fresh air to breath,
friendships suck the air out of the air. No!
No!
life here
for us now,
I need to move
far away from you.
No more hurting for me,
your words hurt. Your silence is
wrong, my life will be very fun
filled with joy and happiness with you
not in it. I am now saying good-bye.
Losing you was worse than heartbreak
17 years, i cannot comprehend
It hurt then and still does, while I mourn the loss of my soul sister
Your family is still my family, you refused to hear the truth,could have still turned it around
To say sorry, or even, "I'm happy I was mistaken" and I would have welcomed you back into my life
But you made that choice, a bad judgement call and refused to hear or accept the truth you didn't want,
True colours and character showed of a person I no longer recognised, I miss the you I knew
I lost a sister, a friend, an ally
And I still dont know which loss hurts the most.
I texted her Thanksgiving.
Asked what she’s doing for a living.
I texted her on Christmas Day.
If she was doing ok.
I sometimes admit.
That I almost quit.
Trying to reach out to old friends.
But the holidays are when hope upends.
I texted her New Year’s Eve.
It feels like I was just raking the leaves.
But the cold has settled.
I almost want to backpedal.
I text her each holiday.
With not much to say.
Using exclamation points!
Hurts my finger joints.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Happy Easter is all I can say!
Even the Fourth of July.
I want to talk, but simply say “hi.”
I texted her Thanksgiving, once more.
She sends a smiley face I adore.
I sent her a turkey back.
Old texts start to stack.
I decided to delete them right then.
If not now, then when?
I texted her Thanksgiving Day.
There’s not much more to say.
Why does everyone I love leave?
No matter how hard I try to hold on,
They always manage to go…
Is this what is meant for me?
Eternal Solitude?
I should be grateful for the time their friendship has stayed with me
But who should you share that gratitude with if everyone leaves you?
So here I am,
Left alone with my thoughts which made me wonder about my sense of belonging in this world.
Am I meant to fit in this world?
In some places I'm normal and in some places, I’m not normal enough.
In some places, I can’t truly be myself because it’s such an issue for them.
Some places I can’t speak for if I do I would regret it and then go back to self-loathing.
So where do I belong?
I’m friends with people at school but sometimes I feel guilty because I miss making memories with those from the past.
I belong nowhere
And am I okay with that?
It’s a hard truth I can’t seem to swallow no matter how hard I try,
No matter how many times life tries to teach me that I’m meant for solitude I won’t seem to listen.
I’m too stubborn for that
Somewhere deep down I think that everyone wants that friendship,
Wants that sense of camaraderie,
That feeling of belonging in this world.
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