Burnt

[Taliana]

BURNT- July 31st 2002
Yet again, i dreamt about you last night
all old wounds were healed
all promises were kept
and bad karma was rid of
In our real story, time has healed no wounds
yet in the dream you seemed so close,
like you had forgiven me, so close you had never left me
in a way our bond was strengthened
through this long period of silence
Ive accepted we will never be friends again
come to terms with my loss.
I can see the future bright without you in it
yet i cant help but wonder,
what might have been had the flame not burnt out prematurely
You blew out that flame
the flame that was us, me, you, friendship
Will i ever connect again to one
as i did to you?
Only time will tell...
Now on with life.

 

[plazma]

This is a very unwordslike comment for me to make, I like your poem a lot. But I'm going to make a bit of editorial comment about the underlying causes of it if you don't mind (I'm sure you would but since I'm posting anyway... ).
10% of life is what happens to you. 90% of life is how you react to what happens.
*hugs*
-plaz out-

 

[Noodle]

Right on...chin up.