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I met a “special” friend today
A person I hold dear.
I had to look a second time
As reluctantly, he drew near
He wore his heart upon his face
His lips were pursed and thin
Obviously, annoyed with me
No smile or charming grin.
We sat and ate and chatted
And immediately, I knew
He didn’t want to be there
(I am quick to take the cue!)
Disinterest and detachment
Stood between us as we spoke
The rapport and wit and banter
Were missing, and the jokes
That in the past would raise a smile
Fell flat, or made him glare
And he chatted on his cell phone
As if I wasn’t there!
Each time I started speaking,
Before he knew what I would say
He interrupted the conversation
His disinterest to display!In a mix of rage and sadness
I cut the meeting short
I’d had enough of disrespect, enough of being hurt.
As we parted from each other
We exchanged some token gift
And a final hug which told me
Of our “friendship’s” final rift.
My thoughts switched fast to gambling
As I drove the journey home
It was tempting to transfer my hurt
To an empty “comfort zone”.
I reflected on ” illusions”
And ’twas easy to compare
These both come at a higher price
Than I intend to share!
So here’s to “Risky Business”,
Christmas Meetings with sick men.
I’d prefer to have my “bubble burst”
Than sell my soul again!HAPPY CHRISTMAS!
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Incredible poem Vera!!
The friend beside you daily has never burst your bubble .
Life may stretch it, the winds may make it quiver, and sometime the bubble may need a puff of air , but it’s never been burst!!
Xoxoxo
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