Ever lost a friend?

This is a poem I wrote while thinking about some of the friendships I made in my life, which as years went by, simply faded away. Perhaps something went wrong, or we simply grew our own separate ways…

When we were little
We would play
Never felt troubled
About what people had to say
When I wasn’t well
You would benevolently stay
And check every hour
To make sure I was okay
When I wanted to talk
You’d always be there
Happiness or despair
We would unabashedly share
I revere those times
More than you’ll ever know
I continually question
What made you go
Our treasured memories
Will forever be in my heart
And I’ll always wonder
Why life tore us apart

 -SaaniaSparkle 🧚🏻‍♀️

195 thoughts on “Ever lost a friend?

  1. A very beautiful poem a bit nostalgic a bit of regret at the loss of dear friends . May be as we grow our perspective changes we move in different directions and disassociation becomes inevitable . However on the contrary I do have friends who were with me in kindergarten and they are dear to me .

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  2. This has happened quite often to me, especially because I lived in different parts of the world. Out of sight, out of mind. On the plus side, I find that I can reconnect with friends that I haven’t seen for years in an instant.

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  3. This has happened to me. When we started a family and our first child was born several of our close friends who didn’t have children drifted away. No hard feelings, we just couldn’t drop everything and come out a play anymore. And there were other occasions where me and my friend each went off chasing separate rainbows.

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      1. 3:33pm 10-15-2012 Monday October

        July, June & Jupiter-

        I had a dream, each for god, labels everything- A girl who; born in Hawaii- moved the streets downtown… no city lights- fantasy’s ” talkin’ think eyes mine

        close part of me, seeing faces before the world wind read-

        heartbroken closure grew described

        Specail biography, even ” fake ” wonder meanwhile

        settlements backsword ” see in glimmer talks, comma lights – awake inside -age thirty five again & ‘ I ‘ was around before death: hear things say.

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  4. I ask the same question and I find that the journey for each is as different as ya and me thus the ride is like friends departing from the party of life in separate taxis with the cellphone being the connection to the past. I went to ya family reunion and it was too much for me. The tone of the conversation was too aggressive and I bolted out and walked 5 miles in the rain 🌧! Thank ya ya post got me reflecting 🙏🐕♒️😷

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    1. 3ania

      It’s not ev3n 2019 – but, completions turn frozen shortly, hidden breaks, rivers ‘ n ‘ politics ” beat dreaming ” I’m proven with all evidence

      like adding another mirror – innocent ” just you ” know that much,

      this dark ” agenda ” targeting –

      erotica socio must be: ” I ” ley in the dark jigsaw fall of 1992… media, generation! glossy trickx blame ” sweet moon ”

      ” lovbug ”clinging doubt, headlights — hydrobit slammed, only within, autumns – awe’s bell essay { journal wedged } cheap joke- bunch of tarnished Tuscany.

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  5. I think a lot about my school Jenny Allan. She was the first person I really got close too. Before her I always felt friends were leaving. She had plans and moved to London after that we lost touch. Our lives are forever changing we are all races towards our final goal. I’m at the point in my life where death takes our friends and loved ones in equal measure. 😢 Enjoy the living and make new friends along the way too. 😊

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  6. Saania, A beautiful and meaningful poem. I’m sure many of us can identify with. We share many paths with others throughout our lives. Though life provides unavoidable various reasons to separate us there is one thing we can hold on to forever. And that is our relationships have a lasting effect on one another. By you poem that lasting effect is one to be treasured. There is not much more than that, that anyone of us can hope for. To be remembered fondly.

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  7. Just like in a play, when the stage changes there’s a change of friends. Age, a move, a change of school…
    Friends have come and gone out of my life many times. Only the memory of shared moments is treasured.
    The blog poem is lovely.

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  8. I had lost many friends some of them I didin’t see them since 13 years ago we were so young play every time together go to school together somathing that brokes me is that I don’t know where are them now😓

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