I decided to take today’s Poetic Asides prompt- ‘write a morning poem’ in a different direction. Mornings have mostly been something to be grateful for, with a couple of notable exceptions. So, without further ado, a mo(u)rning poem.
I wake and toss and turn
So much is the same, but something is different
I am here, and you are absent.
Just because you were a friend I’d never met
it doesn’t mean I loved you any less, and it doesn’t mean I love you any less now.
People assume that to be so, and I don’t know how.
There is a lack of understanding
Which I don’t understand
The circumstances don’t matter
It hurts to lose a friend
The details may be different
You may only know their name
With luck you’ll have a picture
But it is not the same
Cyber-friendship’s distant dream
Is to have the chance to take the time
To share a drink and a chat
A few precious words about this or that
Because we cannot have it all
We learn to make the best of it
And learn from them whilst they are here
Even just a bit.
I lie awake, and something’s gone
It still somehow lingers on
What she taught, I continue to learn
Our friendship still bright flame-like burns.
Wishing you peace and strength on your journeys,