A Friend Loves At All Times

A Friend Loves At All Times

A Poem by Annebelle Ashire
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[Tick - Tick - Tick . . .]

Seconds turn to minutes.
Minutes turn to hours.
And hours turn to days...


Tell me how long...
How many times
Will the big hand go 'round
And sing me songs of chimes.
How many hours
Will slip by . . .
Too much force in powers
That make me cry.
All of this humming
And clicking...
My heart strumming
And the clock's ticking . . .
Non of this
Will allow me sleep.
I crave your kiss
And words so deep...
Sometimes . . .
I don't sleep at all.
Remembering those times
Waiting on your call.
One too many
Dreamless nights...
Drinking in plenty
Unspoken fights . . .
But you always
Forgave me . . .
Countless days
You saved me ...
If you add up all the bottles
We could swim through self - lies . . .
Jager and full - throttles
Glazed over our eyes...
But you know -
The past is behind you and I. . .
Memories come and go
All the time.
So I sit alone
Cradling this bear...
Staring at the phone
Through tear soaked hair...
I'm not exactly scared
Remembering your voice...
I just wasn't prepared
For the days between our choice. . .
I understood
We'd have to wait . . .
I understood
What we'd create . . .
But I didn't know
I'd feel this empty . . .
It's a good thing though,
Because soon you'll fill that hollow part of me. . .
Through tears
And drunken cries . . .
You somehow stuck around for years
Wiping reddened eyes...
You always lent a hand
To see I'd make it through...
I could never understand
Just how much I needed you...
I always counted on your love
To save me again and again...
So when push finally came to shove
I . . .
Fell for a friend . . .

© 2008 Annebelle Ashire


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Annebelle Ashire
Annebelle Ashire

Loves Park, IL



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