
And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life
© 2021 threegoodwords

…actually, why not?

And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life
© 2021 threegoodwords

quietly listening to friends
talk about
the one who went away
wondering
. . .with friends like these
what life did you
friend
lead?
icy in their words and speech
all the apparent warmth
is steeped in derision
so detached
and deliberate in their cleverness
with friends like these
what on earth did you
friend
see
in all of them?
love, here
sounds like a four letter word
with no other substance
than to hurt, insult
though maybe all they are is
exhausted, because you
friend
were not easy to be
with
so maybe all this
is grief, speaking
about the sudden loss
of a human
being
shorn of all niceties
showing the knowing
of what it was to be a
friend
to the you that once was
a me.
©2017 threegoodwords
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