I will no longer see the memories and feel sadness and loss. I can feel its power when I see the past.
When we lose connection, we shouldn’t forget what we’ll always have: Our experiences together. Even when we aren’t entirely together, we can still pick up a phone and laugh.
An hour ago, I finished reading my friend’s first novel. The time I took to finish was, admittedly, way too long. But, I was determined to read only when I could give my full attention. Falling into the creative work of a friend is something incredibly delicate and special.
The characters, storytelling, and page-turning quality were present the entire time; I would have found the statement to be true even if I did not know the author. I finished completely pleased with the way everything turned out. However, I really wanted to know what was to come. I imagine my reaction is a goal of any novelist. I immediately contacted my friend and shared my thoughts and feelings.
I started thinking about how proud I am when a person I know creates something beautiful. These days (and really every day), supporting the people around us who are creating and expressing themselves is beyond necessary. Whether or not thousands of people ever get to read my brother’s essay, see my neighbor’s drawing, or hear my Grandma’s song she learned to play on the keyboard last week is far less important than the support we give each other—at the end of the day.
Perhaps I am being sentimental. But, I will always appreciate the time and energy an artist I know has put into a project. Love is probably the best word.
Words and acknowledgement Only after I provided them first When I needed you most You never asked, Is there anything I can do? I guess I was blind and never knew A person I considered to be so true could be A bad friend
Chasing after a cunning delusion Years have gone by without A whistle blown The whistle is blowing now— I am calling you out I think all these years I really had A bad friend
When you left, you always left me Feeling strange and guilty As if I failed my call of duty Loving me back never seemed easy Now I finally see— It was you
It was not me Behind the ingenuous mask lies A bad friend
A decision has to be made Do I keep you or let you go, My dud of an amigo? I wonder if there are any words
You could possibly say To make me not want to sever ties
And just walk away today Leaving behind A bad friend
One day he ran He ran very far away Wondering if his family Needed his stay
Fearless. He should have been.
Soon, he looked back: He heard a song He was sitting on a stool Holding a drink
He was singing along He wondered why?!
He could not be there
I still see the back of you Guiding and leading the pack We biked miles to the beach We could say anything! Any old thing—is the thing
To each other—to anybody Anything but: Goodbye
Hopefully, we are all okay Yesterday was quite the memory Wishing so hard we could go back
Oh, but the pictures we have The cement treadmill underneath us
Moments, never forgotten
Why did they turn dark and grey? Why do the colors of life go away?
The only thing that matters for now
Is that we still say Hey for today
When you’ve become the same old song and dance,
A different costume on a different stage,
Maybe you need to take a deep breath again,
Find a new you, and begin again.
Is it worse to stay on a sinking ship Or to be a person who gave it all up too soon? A difficult question, When you have white teeth and red lips That can light up any room.
Directors will tell you to ease up,
Relax
Sometimes, tension is your body’s way of saying,
“Hon, it’s time to let it go.”
Fa la la la Boo doo bee doo
Time to hang up the ol’ hat And get a new ’do.
“Never give up”
Is all that you hear each day
But, do give in to taking a bow,
When it is you you are winning —
At the end of the play.
Taxi on the Brooklyn Bridge
Suitcase in the trunk
Carrying what was left of me On a trip I had to take
Leaving home ain’t easy Never a fun decision to make But, made it was on 12.06 A year ago today
Where are you headed, Mr.? Where will the road lead? Cars can only take you so far, Only go a certain speed Where are you headed, Mr.? This deal you have to seal Could leave you different, in the end So, now, how do you feel?
Visits back to the city Have kept my heart upbeat Faces I can only bare to miss so long The streets I kiss leave me afraid to blink
Where I was a year ago Gives perspective, when I stop to think Of judging not where I am today Rather, looking back to really see
Never can go back Swimming ahead is all there is My arms can always paddle When I wish to get away Away is every place I reach That’s the story, at least, today
Where are you headed, Mr.? Where will the road lead? Cars can only take you so far, Only go a certain speed Where are you headed, Mr.? This deal you have to seal Could leave you different, in the end So, now, how do you feel?
Hand to my head Hard to believe the words that were said: Quantifying, analyzing, criticizing; Destructive.
I held your hand You pushed it away Can the opinions and beliefs we carry Really map out the way?
I was going to show you how love Can be powerful, too But, useless, it felt, Judging by the response from you.
Then, a shift, a lean, a bend came along Your side of the story soon came into view Mine pulled up beside yours, Four arms stretched and our differences withdrew.
Your head, in my lap, made me realize The miles I would travel to be by your side You’re a piece of the puzzle; Still here. For the ride.
Listening to Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 14 in C Sharp Minor. Sometimes, life is not joyful and gets sad and the key turns minor. True friends hold all the keys.