When I was 13 I had a really close friend. I annoyed her to bits in the early days but she stuck with me; maybe it’s because I stuck like glue to her. Who knows which is more the truth?
We had the best belly laughs of my life and uncluttered and unfettered by the cares of adulthood, we dreamt and imagined all sorts of crazy ideas.
We only lived in the same city for 4 years. When I left for Australia at 17, I was heartbroken. We had spent almost every day together. How on earth could we keep things the same, when we were no longer in the same country? It hurt deeply for a long time until I realised I had to let go.
With the passing of the years and much distance, we aren’t so close. I used to make more effort but over time, it’s been a bit more one way as the busy-ness of her life and her large family took over. Despite this, I cannot forget my childhood best friend, my first kindred spirit.
I recently remembered a poem I wrote over 20 years ago about learning to let go of that friendship, or at least the form we had become accustomed to. It isn’t a work of art but it was one of 80 poems I wrote over a short period of sudden inspiration, which blew away as suddenly as it arrived. Maybe it’ll blow my way again, one day.
The soft caress of the waves,
Tickled my toes,
Carving a mould around them,
Just for me.
The cool, gentle wind,
Ran its long fingers
Softly through my heart
As it soothingly whispered my name.
Then wrapping its arms about me,
It attempted to comfort my sorrowful heart.
Both of us knew what was to be done.
As I stood on the shore,
Sun slowly retiring in the horizon,
I took a last breath of my prized possession,
Drinking in the sweet fragrance,
Of my only, beautiful rose.
As I did, the dam within burst
And the tears of much pain,
Effort, commitment and love,
Flowed forth from my heart.
Then quickly, I threw her,
Far out into the swell.
In response, the sun
Gave up its last burst of glory.
Then slowly, quietly,
The brightness faded.
I stood watching, crying,
Seeing her slowly move away.
And with each rise and fall,
We grew further apart,
She to plant her seed on new ground,
I, to plant a new seed.
Have you ever had to let go of a close relationship?
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