By Linda Crate
your love
was a flower
i crushed in the palm
of my hand,
and i know that there’s
no way for us to smooth
out the petals or for our
flower of friendship to bloom
again;
that ship has sailed
it’s been many years since we
last spoke—
i’m sorry for hurting you,
and it’s something that’s haunted
me for years;
but i am sorry that we’ve become
strangers
i thought you’d always be there
but apparently you were only meant
to be a chapter of my life
not a lasting character
that remains through thick and thin
although once you called us
sisters—
i was never brave enough to tell you
that i liked you as anything other than
a friend, and it wouldn’t have mattered
in the end; because you always had
someone else to hold—
you had a magic that evaded mine,
leaving the damphyr bereft of the faerie.
Copyright© 2020 Linda Crate
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