It could have been a lifelong friendship,
a haven’t-seen-you-like-forever-but-everything’s-the-same kind of friendship.
We shared tight, little secrets that only capital F Friends should share.
We pontificated over politics—all the things we could never change.
We wept over children—all the heart-pains that only mothers know
and only Friends can share.
We shared meals, split tabs, told jokes, prayed prayers,
taking time to just be
and sometimes read each other’s minds.
But the shared whispers have disappeared.
The warm hugs have been replaced by unreturned phone calls
and occasional hurried-life passings–as life is passing.
I have grieved your loss as one who died;
but your life is so full
you don’t seem to notice I am not in it.
I thought we would be friends forever,
capital F Friends, unshakeable Friends,
but forever has come to an end.
That is a sad post, Lilly. But I sure do get it. It makes me think I need to get off my duff and call a few people. I was meant to read this, this morning. Thank you!
Thank you. It is kind of the way of things, but there are some that you think it will never happen with. And then life happens.
It’s quite rare to find a blog where both the words and the pictures are equally beautiful and yours, Lilly, is one of the good ones. I especially always enjoy your “tree” pictures… particularly relevent to me this week as I have been writing about trees! There is a lovely one outside my window that inspired me, but I am not a clever photographer like you.
And yes, as Susan comments above, the poem made me think I’d better call a few people… 🙂
Thanks for your kind words. I have always loved trees. When I was a kid, I was a climber. Now I am content to photograph! 🙂
its very sad when this happens.. I have had it happen to me also.. you wrote about this subject so well.. thank you.
Never is something you want to happen.
I love the top picture, of the clouds and the aqueduct. That’s part of my memories of my childhood home, and I love that you shared it.
Thank you. It is one of my haunts to take pictures, especially on stormy days.
Your poor sad tree in the middle goes well with the sadness of your poem, depicts something that started well, but has come to a dead end. And that is life, though none of us wish it so.
Seems to happen much more than we would choose.
How very sad. It’s a shame when that happens. The poem and pictures are beautiful though; and powerful.
Your Unforever Friend poem is a keeper. Losing people this way happens to all of us, and it’s always hard. We try. We invest ourselves. Finally, it is the “unforever” friend’s great loss. Your poetry is beautiful. As I scrolled down that long long empty sky, and read the poem, knew how you felt when you wrote it – like your friend had disappeared into the ether.
What was part of the inspiration, other than the grief I have felt for a couple of years, was the stitchery upstairs from her that says “A friend is forever.” I see that everyday, and perhaps it is time to replace it.
you have a way of putting it, “unforever friend.” well… ^^
hello, ms. lily. hope your health is getting better and better… warm regards! 🙂
Thanks. I think I am turning a corner.
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I read this again and am just as touched the second time. It’s a sad but lovely poem, and the photos so beautifully illustrate it.
Thanks. She’s been on my mind lately, so thought I’d recycle it.
I think this happens to all of us at one time or another – and I’ve learned it’s rarely anything personal – just life. It always hurts though….
Your tree photos are always wonderful, BTW!
Thanks. Yeah, never easy and always a bit confusing.
Change abounds and people are nothing if not changing beings.
I think that even though the friendship isn’t active right now, it was a beautiful gift when it was. Allowing this friendship to be released will have lead you both to a multitude of other gifts to enter into your life.
I don’t see your words as sad. I see it as a sort of beautiful homage to a great friend that is dear to you.
This was a beautiful post, great share. 🙂
Thanks. Wise words!
Very well written and illustrated. It does feel like a death, and the grief is as intense. Our lives do change, and sometimes we don’t have as much control as we would like to think we have.
Don’t give up on your friend life has gotten in the way send a sweet photo of these beautiful strong trees and attach your poem she needs to see the words in order to feel them and what has been missing HUGS
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It’s because you’re so sweet! 🙂