Your friendship, stuffed into the pockets of my soul...

Reminiscing about a friend, lost in my childhood..

I sat wondering, contemplating..
Nothing really entertaining my mind
just a variety of thoughts, plain
melancholy, sullen, just pondering.
I watched a lone leaf
brilliant orange, with fringes of red
drift gently, twisting on an unseen breeze
from the highest of high
floating effortlessly down from it's home
landing there before my feet.
I found myself looking out
past the old stone wall
bending along the edge of the woods
looking hard into the depths
shrouded in the shadows of autumn trees
Soon the leaves will fall,
reminding me of my long lost friend.
I found myself wafting back to an earlier time
when childhood thoughts were as common
as the very day was long....
when time stood still...
carefree without responsibilities
when life was still ahead of me..
waiting to be explored, touched, and tasted
and you stood beside me.

Unmoored from my post I found myself drifting
much like the leaf falling from on high
whisked to and fro on an unseen breeze
before landing on a hard reality.
Reminiscing, I found myself in the memory of you.
Often, asking myself painful questions
Answers always diluted in self preservation
I petitioned for just another moment
but, you slipped away, barely noticed.
Why is it that people come and go?
Their life cut way to short
never long enough to grow roots
here on moment, gone the next
their friendship left to die.
I try not to let myself dwell in the past
chasing the thoughts of our childhood
weighting heavy on a weary mind
a collection of memories
stuffed into the pockets of my soul
shuffle between yesterday's heartache
and tomorrow's dream.
For you, I have held onto your light
keeping your memory alive
never forgetting your toothy smile
that lent itself to those unworthy,
unselfishly, infectious, and honest...
I never had the chance to say goodbye

I sat wondering, contemplating,
melancholy, sullen, just pondering
what if I had been the one
that slipped away, unnoticed
would you hold onto the light
cherish the childhood laughter
that we long ago shared
honor my name with a tender tear
or would you let me slip away
forgotten in the wash of time
carried away on the tears you cried?
Would you remember me?...
What if.... we should meet again
would you recognize my face
weathered in age, creased in worry
washed in the confusion of death
would you know me?
would you take my hand and guide me
shuffling along that path of eternity
like we did, long ago when childhood
kissed at our faces.

Reviews

[Inkcognito]

You craft your thoughts ever so skillfully into gentle, tender, deeply moving tear-jerking creations - there is no escape, no way to prevent being drawn to your caring heart, no way to prevent being captured by the depth of your soul.
You will be remembered by anyone who ever made the effort to know you...you will be stuffed into the pockets of the soul of anyone who ever cared and loved you....
(I guess, what I'm saying, is this: you will be thoroughly stuffed...whether you realize it, or not!)
Another exquisitely composed write, a truly beautiful lament
xx

[Valentine]

This is beautifulk..I feel about the same way about my siblings that I grew up with and had fun with taht left life much to soon and I do not ever forget them or the fun and silly things we did as children..Memories are on Gift from God..that death can not destroy...valentine

[InkSlinger]

Thank you my dear.. always a pleasure to read your reviews..

[Lydia Blackwell]

oh- this was sweet and rich. a bittersweet, real life moment. i am sorry for your pain, but rejoice for your talent in supplying these lovely words.

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that's a lump in the throat kinda read, really emotive. I feel every word, hooked firstly by the title..great title, but then you gentle meander through your thoughts..was touching and real..wow ..loved this.

[Muse]

I think the ultimate testimony to a life well lived; is easily defined by the amount of light you leave behind. Your soul burns on forever. Some just seem to burn more brightly than others. Beautiful penning. xo

[An owl on the moon]

Just the title caught my mind... that image was so brilliant... and your reflections just bring about the deeper emotions... There are a few of my childhood friends that i've lost track of.. and every now and then a scent or scene will bring them back to mind.. Beautiful, bittersweet contemplations...

[Ruth]

This is more than nostalgia! This is emotion beyond feeling! Truly awe inspiring love, makes the reader see and feel every tone to it, I adore this piece!
Remembering is not all glitter and sparkles..you have versed this so raw and elegantly, beautiful!
xoxo

[SkinlessFrank]

This hurts to read. All those friends lost forever and time never stopping. Your writing slips into the soul effortlessly. You took me to that stone wall in a New England wood on a late fall day thinking of death and the tragedy of letting life slip by me another day.

You come out here with such a piece of beauty and imagery in your poetry, I litteraly get goosebumps. This is so nice, and out of the heart. How beautiful and vivid you remember it, is like it stays forever with you. Amazingly done.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Why aren't there "Warnings" for Tearjerkers?!!!... This could only be the saddest poem I've ever read..and now, I need to just give you a hug! You topped this off with the last two lines-"like we did, long ago when childhood kissed at our faces.- it couldn't get any better than that, my friend... :)

[Inyourshadow]

What can one say to a piece like this, raw honest emotion is always so favoured but always the hardest to reveiw for one cannot truely know your love your pain your loss. I love the beauty of the tenderness using natural metaphors, this is heart warming and breathtaking. keep em' coming