Loss
Music and painting,
Singing and laughing,
Sharing, confiding,
And then illness came.
Supporting, and silence,
Sharing and weeping,
Deflecting, defending,
Bridge building, not judging
And so friendship grew.
A keeper of secrets,
The pig in the middle,
Outpourings and trustings,
A dam nearly bursting
But friendship stayed true.
The tide started turning.
'No, you needn't help me.
There are others to help
With what you used to do'.
Unguarded actions, though truthful
They injured.
The dialogue stopped
And the silence began.
'I'm still here, I'm remorseful
I've said that I'm sorry.
Do the years count for nothing?'
But the silence still grew.
A gap growing wider,
But then, out of nowhere,
Someone needs money.
So NOW I'm in view.
No cards, no remindings,
No involvements, no parties.
No meals out, no phone calls,
No thanks. 'Who are you?'
I don't want to give up.
Those years are important.
I'll be still and be silent.
I'm here if you need me
But my trust has been damaged
And I'm slowly dying.
What am I to do?
Copyright © Red Lamander | Year Posted 2016
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