Walking by the broken bridge,
Your hand in mine and your eyes shut,
Unsure footsteps lagging behind,
Until I pull you forward with a tug.
That sigh of relief when you cross,
Looking back at what you've traded,
The hand in mine just a bit cold,
But firmly still in place.
"Be brave" I say laughing,
"It's just a little height" indeed.
You huff and stride ahead,
"I'll get there, you'll see" you promise.
"What have you got to lose?
What frightens you so?" I wonder.
"What if I fall?" comes a broken whisper,
"And what if you fly?" your eyes sparkle.
That day, witnessing your unwavering feet,
As you made your way to the bridge,
I felt my heart swell and constrict,
With equal parts pride and loss.
You look back one last time,
At all that you are taking with you and leaving behind.
"She fell" they shrieked in agony,
Choosing to mourn your broken hopes.
You indeed had nothing to lose, love,
"No. She flew" celebrating the wings that set you free.
You saw the world when it was blue,
So I gave up on trying to save you now.
Inspired by song: Listen Before I Go
By: Billie Eilish
The loss of a friend
- Kenny - 58 years.
May the blue skies
and your brown eyes
be filled not – with a tear,
only memories of everything dear !
The potential loss of another
- John - 48 years
It has been many a year,
John, since from you, I did hear.
And now, to learn, my man,
fate has played it’s pat hand.
Cruel as it is John, I guess it will stand.
I can only hope and pray John, that you
may get to play another hand or two.
B. J. “A” 2
March 9th 2005
The loss of a friend
can be a hard deal in life.
A friend is more than a stranger,
or is more than a fool looking for love;
a friend is the other half of heart and soul.
A loss of a friend
can be devastating,
and can crush such a soul,
and break such a fragile heart
and some times kill a person;
but only the loss of a friend
can make you sad and strong at the same time.
.1.23.2014.
Funny how life goes on no matter how wrong your day has been.
no one thinks to ask if for you time has stopped or when.
From time to time through out the day your mind forgets what's true,
then a frontal wave and it all comes flooding back to you.
Friendship, laughter happy times began to flash,
I took for granted the best of times would always last.
His smile lit hte room that now seems so dim,
all I ever recieved was friendship from him.
My fond memories shall never slip or fade,
all his debts to humanity are now gone and paid.
All that's left to judge him is the Father to us all,
I hope he can see past the confusion and see the great guy I saw.
What do you do when the person that was suppose to be your best friend
turned out to be someone who might stab you in the back?
What would you do if the person who was suppose to be your best friend
hurt the person that you care for the most in this life?
What would you do if the person who's your best friend,
you tell your secrets to and they tell the one person you
didn't want to find out about them?
What would you do if the person that was suppose to be your best friend,
didn't want to see you happy?
What do you do when the person that was suppose to be your best friend
turned out to be someone who might stab you in the back?
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