friendless hardship & the apologies thereafter

“rains when it pours,”

oh how sweet the wreck

topples down the mountain to

crash out into a million

burning pieces---

if one has someone beside them,

there is a lens that glows

(and one’s sight isn’t seared

blind so quickly),

where shining light of

friendship

throws weight on the other side of

the teeter-totter,

to make the panic stop,

to hold each other together,

to get through.

 

but all are not so fortunate,

not all get to walk the most difficult parts

of this path to nowhere,

with warm loving hands held round them,

not all get a smile to

calm the torment, not all

get to see a comforting,

recognizable face,

when they need it the most.

 

so many walk alone & when the worst shows its

face, they die

inside,

in order to preserve whatever physical energy

they have left---

for THIS is how they get through.

 

&

when the smoke clears,

if in fact it does,

there are those who show their heads later,

bearing a face of shame

that they weren’t there,

that the selfishness on the other side of

30,

brought its toll &

all the responsibilities that one

accumulates,

gets in the way of what had been,

so that the

“friend”

somehow forgot, showing up late

with a 100,000

apologies,

aiming to mend.

aiming to resuscitate

what is already

dead & gone.