Updated: Dec 15, 2020
Foreword: I wrote this on reflection of friendships passed, how transient relationships can be. How despite efforts to remain in contact, it's a one way street. How this toys with my mind, self worth and self doubt.
People come and go
A mirror of the seasons
At times unusually stormy
With no logical reason..
I sit alone and ponder
Was it me to cause the drift?
Of subtly diminishing relationships
Fault line, along some unseen rift..
Did I mislay the manual?
On how to conduct the art?
Of maintaining the distance between us
Rather than slowly drift apart..
I think some pages are missing
I think they have been ripped and torn
Out from underneath my gaze
Fond memories left to mourn..
The pages left to turn to dust
Our story has unwound
I realise we weren't strong enough
It's obvious to me now..
Undermined and blown away
Across desolate plains of memories
As hollow as oasis mirage seen
Not real; realisation now a tragedy.
(©) Dom Giddy 2020