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Just Friends

I thought I saw you last night. Butterflies of fright. My heart skipped a beat, and I was instantly weak.

I thought I could handle it, I thought I’d be ready. But in that moment, not a piece of me steady.

From the ends of my toes to the tips of my fingers. The moments we shared seemed to once again linger.

 

The thoughts from those days came back into play, grabbed a hold of my brain and swept me away.

Took me to a place I’d not been for so long. Reminded me of things I thought were long gone.

I know it’s my fault. I know that I quit. I walked away, so now, alone I sit.

 

Wishing it was different, as if years had not passed. I stare at the crowd and drink from my glass.

Another thought, another what if, another mistake, another just missed.

Another glimpse, of what might have been. But life in the past is not a game I can win.

 

So I’ll say a few words and pretend I’m ok. And then go on living, but just day-by-day.

Thanks for the moments, the smiles and the fun, and thanks again for our time as one.

But I hope I don’t see you before this trip ends, because I can’t bear the thought of being just friends.


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13 replies
    • Raymmar Tirado
      Raymmar Tirado says:

      Wow, that’s a hell of a compliment. I’m not sure I agree with genius (not publicly at least 😉 but I do appreciate the sentiments.

      Thanks for sharing your thoughts and for exploring the site.

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  1. Grace Durbin
    Grace Durbin says:

    Well duh, Stella, it’s powerful and perfect. I think your poetic pieces are among my favorite. You pour so much of your soul into them. (Sorry if that was a secret.) You just ooze passion.

    I could have written this word-for-word if I had— 1) The talent. 2) The explicitness and willingness to display the raw pieces of myself; “The soul left dripping, bleeding, on the page.”

    You, “wrote something worth a damn!” You usually do. I would have adored an audio attachment for this! I bet it is as passionately spoken as it is written and felt.

    Once again, I have to tell you though: Get out of my head, Stella! I’m not even sure what I believe in this crazy world of philosophy, religion, science, technology, karma—whatever! I loves trees (and hippies). But I do know that you’re like my Puerto-Rican brother from another mother. Usted es un apasionado, impulsado, y guapo. World domination—I can see it. Pero tu alma será la cosa para dirigirla.

    Couldn’t be more on point as far as the topics you choose, dear. This was a great piece.

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    • Raymmar
      Raymmar says:

      That is one of the hard things we are dealing with right now. Such a diverse range of topics and subject matter. But all somehow interconnected at a deeper level.

      Reply

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