by
Angie Westermann
My friend where did you
go? I remember a time when
smiles and laughter was
the song we played. Laughing
hysterically at something
stupid. Making fun of our
idiosyncrasies. Getting
together for
coffee, talking of nothing.
Yet of everything. You were
so important to me. You
still are. Yet you have
gone. Why did our friendship
change? Where are you? I
call and there is no one
home. We talk and a
void is there. The silence
is there. I miss you. Do
you miss me? Do you long
for the days of sweet friendship,
as I do? They say you can
never go back home. Is this
true? Can I never come back
to your arms of love? Sweet
and bitter tears fall from
my face. I cannot help the
pain in my eyes, the hesitation
of my laughter. I am afraid
of this darkness, I thought
you would be here. I am
sorry I am not the strong
one now. Like has dealt
me such tragedy. One I hope
you will never know. I miss
you my friend. Please come
back to me. Let your laughter,
let your love carry me.
Maybe one day my laughter
and my love will come again.
Maybe some day.
Author Note:
My mind today is filled
with friendships lost. Maybe
not lost forever but for
right now lost. A different
kind of grief. I wonder
do they even realize how
hurt I am and how lonely
I am for the days already
lived. That carefree time.
When my heart was not broken.
Angie is bereaved mum to
Andrew and Ally.
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