I know,
been there,
done that,
maybe even
been that.
I know,
that frown,
I had it,
maybe even
welcomed it.
I know,
it’ll stay,
pain strong,
maybe even
stay long.
but dear,
with time,
must forget,
let go of
the frets.
I know,
this you,
is not you,
you know,
it is true;
and dear,
in silence,
don’t change,
you are,
and it feels
real strange.
take care.
.
.
.
you better
take care.
Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 15, Sharing poetry)
(’12, Oct 15)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
Stay by her, but don’t let a frown be with her for long, or lose herself.
I know you know how it’d feel to be lost, Vinu. its more painful to see a friend in that position I think. Take care.
Like I said, been there done that. I won’t let her lose herself for long. Don’t think she will either, Suja. Thanks!
A nice thought 🙂
Thanks GS
I’ve had these moments with friends and family as well. You sum it up so very well.
Thanks, Lena 🙂 Glad you liked it.
Just ‘<3' 🙂
Thanks, Janhvi 😉
So wonderful that the narrator can see that “this you is not you” , so sensitive, intuitive. I hope ‘Jo’ recognizes this caring heart!
She does, but the sadness isn’t something she can let go of that easily. It’ll be a while, but I’m not going to let her take very long. 🙂 Thanks Barbara.