I had this going on since this morning when I woke up.  So I worked on it the whole day, and finally had enough to put it down in writing.  I haven’t done this (write poetry, or otherwise) in a very, very long time so bear with me.  You may ask, “what prompted you to think of this,” or “where did you get inspiration for writing this?”  Let’s just say it’s a combination of past experiences.  As always, comments are welcome.  Okay, so here we go:

 

 

A Loving Friend

 

It’s funny how time seem to play things out,

what we had between us, there is no doubt.

A friendship, one we’ve built through the years,

tested by fire, and went through laughter and tears.

 

And yet for some reason, everything came to a halt,

making me wonder what went wrong, or if I was at fault.

Silence is now all I get from you,

tell me, are you still the same person I knew?

 

I picked you up countless times when you were down,

and you did the same for me, making me smile out of my frown.

I was always there for you when you needed a hand,

and when things got tough, you were there with me to take a stand.

 

We would go on getaways, or burn the phone lines all night long,

sit quietly together, or both terribly sing a song.

Whatever we did, we made sure it was you and me,

simply put, “I’ll be there for you, and you’ll be there for me.”

 

But somewhere, somehow, things began to change,

this friendship I felt for you, it became strange.

Then I realized, it had become deeper than that;

it put me in a dilemma, like I don’t know where I’m at.

 

With this feeling in me, I had to tell you;

after all, being a friend is being true.

You listened, then smiled at me with a different light,

quietly assuring me that everything will be alright.

 

And yet since then, everything came to a halt,

a friendship gone, and it’s my fault.

I fell in love, that much is true,

with a person I see as a friend and much more, and that is you.