My Friends

I love my friends so much it hurts......

 

I don’t want to live in

the goodbye

the farewell

the end

 

every heartbeat smites my mind,

every breath breathed, constantly reminds

 

the past juxtaposed with reality

is so bitterly felt

 

these tears wept fall

for a memorial of love

 

so many times

I've been here before

 

I visit the shrine of adieu

 

so many now slipped through my fingers

these vapors

these empty clouds

these ghosts of amor

 

to love in purity

to pour oneself into another

to invest into one that disappears

is a cruel trick of fate

 

is this worth the pain?

it must be

 

I am a masochist for these moments

I must love the end because I'm here again

 

each time is a live action rerun

of the same show

 

love is what I live for

love is killing me

love is has filled me up

love has left me empty.........

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

Good morning Dave. I’m 74 and have had enough time to live in that place over and over again. I know your pain and feeling of loss. You have written about this subject in a very interesting and beautiful way. Great poem my friend. Michael

[Dave W.]

Thankyou so much for the kind reveiw

[ETERNITY]

I've read this many times but just didn't have words as beautiful as your other friends.
I will say this: I have been struggling but I'm a new creature in God and I'll try to be a better friend. Your writing always stirs me. I think you are wonderful.

[Dave W.]

We all need times of refreshing and renewal, I hope you have found the peace you were looking for.

[Ms claws]

Gazing into those eye of sadness
The slight upturn of the lips
Deception's greatest effort
Who is this patron of broken hearts?
His path a well traveled road of despair. . . . . . .
The one man who can make anyone wax poetic without trying...
Oh, that we could blink an eye and turn fantasy to reality...
Oh, that that reality could burn and melt into us...US, David.
Well, my beautiful poetic friend, we look so good together...
Wouldn't it just be the dream come true...it would for me.
I float in oceans of your poetic scripts...Always the best, you are. Thanks for sharing.

[Dave W.]

As always I thankyou for kind words, and i think you are a good poet.

[Ms claws]

merci, David... I curtsy to the Master....and a wave of my Cockade fan, sir (;

[emmajoygreen]

A sad set of thoughts, left to inhale their own meaning.. not easy, not understandable to those who know but a single letter rather than..

Slowly and surely you are carefully emptying certain aspects of past and the now.. and beautifully, Dave W. That in itself has turned words to poetry... the tragedy has become the spirit of ghost past.. rearing its head into a lesson gradually being learned.. and as that is slowly evaporating as can to a slightly better place than a colourless spot.

[Dave W.]

Thsi reveiw was a beautiful poem, I just lament when friends I have really care about leave, I was just feeling that desire for home that close friends give, me the sun shine on your day, and smiles through out

[emmajoygreen]

Sadly, yes, people come and go but those who are meant to stay even though absent for a while, very often return. Tis said that if someone goes away but returns more one once, will stay or leave a part of him or her forever, amen. One needs hope, dear friend.

[Dave W.]

Amen my friend