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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 Gregory O'Neill on 09/09/06 at 03:09 PM Hi Joan. In retrospect, what do we know but that which we are invited to know. Why are some choosen over us to enter into those realms? Excellent ponderings here. Thanks. |
| 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 Kristi Paik on 09/11/06 at 07:50 PM Wow Joan...amazing work. The ending tied it all in so perfectly. It's sad when your forced to stop and think about maybe never knowing someone you thought was your friend but tis life, ya? :) great job. |
| 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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