Broken Friendships
Remember - Claire
What If? - Claire
REMEMBER
As I sit alone
Could it be the trees,
Perhaps, I miss the birds,
I know now what it is.
Of course I know,
I always thought my friendships,
I miss their happy laughter,
The only way to keep,
WHAT IF?
Friends tell you their secrets
Is it hard when you don’t have
What if you were split
Would you slowly drift apart,
What if your friends started
Perhaps it would be safer
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© November 20th, 1996 Claire
Melbourne, Australia
With the warm sun on my back
I realise something’s missing
A part of me which lacks.
Reaching for the sky?
Or could it be the children,
Walking home, who pass me by?
Chirping sweetly above my head?
All I feel is restlessness
A part of me is dead.
Now I realise what is wrong.
It’s the feeling, they call solitude,
All my friends are gone.
That as we grow,
We have to make our way,
We all must plot a different course,
To go by everyday.
Would be round,
Just like the moon
But you see,
I am not ready,
For it all to end so soon.
Floating on the wind.
I miss the many secrets,
That circulate within.
Our friendships woven tight,
Is to keep in contact always,
And then we’ll be alright!
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© Claire
Friends are meant to share
Friends are meant to cheer you up,
What happens when they’re not there?
Someone to lean upon?
When you need a friend to care,
but they, your friends, have gone?
Up from your best friend?
Do you think you’d care
If your friendship ends?
Go in separate ways?
Or would you both grow closer
Grow closer day by day?
Saying things behind your back?
Would you stand and face them,
Or would your courage lack?
To let your friendships mend,
Push these thoughts behind you,
And make the questions end.
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