So Long

So Long

A Poem by Mandi Hidalgo

The time to say goodbye is here,

And I say it with great sorrow.

A lifetime of memories gone in a flash,

But I don’t consider it a loss.

A loss would imply that I’m missing out,

But I can’t be missing out,

Or losing anything.

The friendship has died.

Why?

Because of negativity.

Because of self pity.

Because of selfishness.

Because of carelessness.

Lord knows I tried.

I tried to be there.

I tried to bring smiles.

I tried everything in my power,

And it was all for naught.

All my efforts were answered with nothing.

It’s not about taking everything.

It’s about giving some back.

Fifty-fifty.

A one sided friendship

Is not a friendship at all.

What it is,

Is a pitiful excuse for a way to waste time,

Love,

Energy,

And care.

What’s the point of giving it,

When you don’t get it back?

I will no longer be your crutch,

Your backup plan,

Your “friend” when no one else is available.

I am a human with feelings.

I need someone to talk to,

As well as listen to.

I need a shoulder to cry on,

As well as be a shoulder to cry on.

I need a companion,

As well as be a companion.

You’ve taken back what you once gave me…

A friendship,

So I take back my friendship as well.

I will save it for someone worthy.

I will keep it for someone who cares.

I will hold it for someone who has open arms,

An open heart,

And who appreciates mine.

You once were that person,

But you chose yourself

Over everyone else,

So now you will only have yourself for company,

Yourself for comfort,

Yourself for everything,

And yourself to blame.

© 2011 Mandi Hidalgo


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Mandi Hidalgo
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Mandi Hidalgo
Mandi Hidalgo

Church Point, LA



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I'm a small town girl who picked up a pen and paper to scrawl down my feelings in verse when I was 10 years old. Edgar Allan Poe was my reason for ever putting pen to paper. Writing poetry and reading.. more..

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