Before and After
We follow different orbits. We dislike each other’s friends.
When we are together, the confusion never ends.
Though I respect your choices, I fear they’re never mine.
I’ve strolled a crooked pathway. You’re rarely out of line.
You have a place within my heart but we rarely phone.
We each chose a direction and wandered off alone
collecting lives around us where the other does not fit.
We’ve analyzed our friendship and found the end of it.
Have we made the right decision, or should friendship never end?
Is it wrong to leave old friends behind as we round the bend?
It’s hard to keep momentum when pulling a long train,
and holding onto everyone we’ve once loved is inane.
When you’ve somehow lost the trust that you thought would last forever,
and when you’re simply bored by one you once found fun and clever,
sometimes we have to face the fact we’ve loved someone in vain
and all the joys we shared are ones we will not share again.
For NaGloWriMo #17 we were to write an Ekphrastic poem on Friendship based on paintings by Remedios Varo or Leonora Carrington.

This was wonderful! I actually used the same artwork as today’s inspiration.
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Can you give me a link? I can’t seem to find it.
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Oh, sure thing. Look Back (2024) | Rhyme and Reason
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So very telling
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People change and relationships change with them. A very good take Judy.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome
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I love this. I have long believed that people drift in and out of our lives because we serve a purpose to each other. When that purpose has been satisfied, moving on is the next right thing to do.
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That is surely often true but luckily a few stick like glue.
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Very well expressed, Judy.
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Thanks, Amy.
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Very good Judy.
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Judy, this is poignant for me because I’ve lost some really good friends along the way for many of the reasons you outline. It hurts to think those joys will not be shared again with them. Sometimes each change so much over time that you become two strangers.
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I know, Lisa. I somehow feel guilty over the loss even though in some cases it really wasn’t my fault. Just a part of life, but so are feelings of regret.
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❤
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Well done, Judy.
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