7 years reflection

A place to vent.

Companions, are but distant memories,
Their losses mount my melancholy,
And my gravest sin, was to cower away,
Even if they do not hold a grudge, I cannot stay.

Thus I ran away,
Again,
Like a coward, a stalker,
Ashamed.

- Stu. T.H. (December 1, 2023)

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

it quite often seems easier to run away, but can eventually making things that much more difficult

[Stu. T.H.]

That much, I understand, but at times, the circumstances force one to part with others. Yet I occasionally dream of them now, still watching them from afar, my companions are now as stories and I'm but a mere reader, an unmoving stump with sorrow brandished my leaves, only to wither and part away alone.
Regardless, I hope to focus on brighter things on these days despite my unfinished tasks and untended sorrow. Don't we all?
Thank you for paying a visit, author Dave Brown, I wish you a better day than one I would have.