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Someone I Used To Know
by Joan SerratelliShe is just someone
I used to know
Someone, who now,
would not give me
the time of day
I was never good enough
to be her friend;
not rich enough
and certainly
not normal enough
She is just someone
I used to know
someone for her
to tell her secrets
and bare her soul
But I never was good enough
to be her friend
to laugh with
and cry with
and to be human
If I saw her today
walking down the street
I doubt I'd turn
to look at her
She is just someone
I used to know
I don't know her anymore
maybe that's because
I never really did 09/09/2006 Author's Note: It\'s hard, if not impossible to maintain relationships when you get ill.
Posted on 09/09/2006
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/11/06 at 04:37 PM Goes without saying that we all have someone like this in our lives. Sadly reflects the imperfection of our world. Well stated Joan. |
| Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 09/11/06 at 09:36 PM You've touched on a theme we've all shared in, presenting it in words and images that move us through to the final punctuation of that last stanza. Well done, Joan! - RCat |
| Posted by Tony Young on 09/12/06 at 07:12 AM Excellent write Joan and without the bitch soundings you kept your composure through to the end. I guess your friend of past could respect you for doing so.... |
| Posted by Delilah Coyne on 09/12/06 at 03:01 PM I can relate to exactly the feeling in this poem. Perfectly expressed in words! |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 09/15/06 at 04:15 AM Oh, Joan, how I can understand what you wrote about in your poem. I guess we really get to know whom our friens are when such things happen. None-the-less ... it still hurts. I had a friend who turned me out long ago. I still look back at all the good times we had and wonder if she ever looks back and thinks the same. *hugs* |
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