In friendship's garden, where we once played,
Our words were spring flowers blooming gay.
All of grammar and logic at our beck and call,
In the linguistic realm, we controlled it all.
Sadly, your heart is now but a brilliant star,
Yet one I can see wherever you are.
In this new silence, all our past words take flight,
As their wings carry me through these bleak nights,
Our past conversations, now a whispered breeze,
Just a rustling of leaves beneath the trees.
In brighter days, we shared all of our hopes and fears–
With love and laughter, with empathy and tears,
Forging bonds beyond space and time so that you and I
Will meet once again in a realm without goodbyes
Where friendship’s language will again know no bounds,
Where tolling bells are still, without a sound.
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Author:
thoughtsFromB4 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My friend Tom was a writer, a lover of language, and a beautiful human being. The second line of each couplet is missing one syllable for the friend I a missing, a small, sub-contextual, technical detail that I know he would have appreciated.
- Category: Friendship
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Comments3
Eloquent, poignant, evocative, tender and charmingly bittersweet. Very lovely. Thank you for sharing. I cannot manage to write about my late mother who was my best friend because I guess it hurts too much even after nearly a decade.
"Grief is the Price We Pay For Love"
Your lasting love for her tells me she must have been a wonderful woman. Please accept my most sincere condolences and the hope that we all may be so lucky to love so deeply.
Love it
Genuine and uplifting, nice work.
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