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Observation On A Friendship
by Joan SerratelliThe first year
you had moved to Florida
we talked often,
exchanging stories
about our lives
We were, afterall, best friends
and that's what
best friends do
The miles didn't matter
we would always be close
in our hearts
no distance could change
our friendship
it was a forever
kind of love
But time played
dirty tricks on us
You were busy with
your new life
your new job
and your new love
We talked less
...but we still talked
I don't quite remember
when it happened
you gave up on me
unanswered phone calls
no response to emails
no cards at Christmas
no communication at all
Then, one morning,
there it was
an email from you
condeming me for things
that you had heard
Were these things true?
Yes, they were
But we were friends
(best friends afterall)
Who were you to judge me?
I never judged you
I wrote you back
explaining the events
It's been three weeks
No response....no suprise 02/13/2007 Author's Note: Sad
Posted on 02/13/2007
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/13/07 at 03:03 PM Yeah, I think I know this feeling, especially after reading this. Heh. And that's a good thing, trust me, when a poem can kick you in the ass with something you haven't thought about in awhile. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/13/07 at 03:06 PM Yeah, I think I know this feeling, especially after reading this. Heh. And that's a good thing, trust me, when a poem can kick you in the ass with something you haven't thought about in awhile. |
| Posted by Becca Kinser on 02/13/07 at 03:28 PM Oooh, yeah. I have a friend that does this occationally...she goes through spurts of holding grudges against me for things that are none of her business and don't concern her, these spurts last about three months or so, and then she pretends that nothing ever happened whenever she needs something. Yours seems to be more serious, though. But anyway, I like this. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/13/07 at 03:56 PM Joan, without a doubt to me one of your best writes. It gives personal details which makes it compelling to see "how it turns out". I like the phrasing, the matter-of-factness, the story-telling of it. The ending line, although giving a finality to this poem, makes me hope there will be a follow-up, not only in a poem from you, but in a good resolution between you and your friend. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/13/07 at 06:50 PM "No response....no suprise" Wow what a way to wrap this up! Nice work, Joan. Thanks. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/13/07 at 10:46 PM i have two friend who have drifted away from me. the distance was just too much for us. cyberspace can be an awfully lonely place when you're looking for a response. keep the faith. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 02/14/07 at 06:12 PM Years, miles and circumstance can distance even the best of friends. Some can pick up where they left off and with some the separation is a wound that will not heal, but time and love can and may work miracles. I wish you friendship. Very good and honest write. smh |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 04/03/07 at 05:38 AM Hi Joan,
Yes, it is sad that happen. Sorry to say it does happen. My best friend moved quite a ways from me, after her husband died. It's hard to catch her at home. I miss her. I'm going to go a weekend and see her some time.
Friendship is so very precious. Friends and best friends. Ya can never have enough friends. I wouldn't give up. Your right, she should be judging you. I don't understand some people. I've known a few people like that.
I know the hurt your feeling.
Lots of hugs. |
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