Written_In_Water

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Joined July 8th 2021

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"The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. I will keep the law given by God...there I plant my foot" - Jane Eyre

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July 16, 2021

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4
Our friendship
is sad
was happy.

I suppose that's a lie
And it would be more correct to say
"Our friendship was"

But I fail to see
At what sharp point it ended or ends or will end
So how can I say "was" if it, also, feels like a lie?

Surely
Our friendship is like a continuous, mottled, knotted cloud
Set in the sky to be a certain shape

I try to see the shape.
I really try.
I can't.

Set in the sky to be a certain shape
With different tones and shades and shadows
It never stopped moving with the wind
So I could never focus my eyes
To see what it was

Sorry - *is

And maybe my eyes darkened it to grey
To match the poison in my mind
Maybe I
made 'is' into 'was'
and left you hanging in the sky

One day I'll look back
As if our friendship was for ten microseconds - an instant
And I wonder what flavour that memory will be

"memory" - see. I've consigned you to the past
The truth is we could still build back up to then
You told me once that you'd like it if we were good friends again

But I mustn't forget what you said after
"But that probably isn't going to happen".
Resignation is the most melancholic form of regret

But we're fine now
And even when we talk it's like 
We're standing on opposite sides
Of a large empty room

But we're fine now.
Our friendship is-was happy-sad

But if I'm honest
Even now my memory is hazing over
Like a painting being smudged whilst the paint's still wet
But I can't possibly work out if it's quite finished yet.


 
Personal haha - weirdly though it only happened over the course of a year - we became friends properly at the start of lockdown. 

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3 Comments
  • River Rae

    I. Just. Yes. This is just- kinda a perfect description of an imperfect friendship. If that makes any sense.


    2 months ago
  • HeyThereRose

    This is insanely well written


    2 months ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    Oh my gosh what the heckkkkk. Every line and stanza builds so well on the previous ones, and you use imagery in a way that somehow feels direct rather than flowery... wow.


    2 months ago