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We shared no friends
We had a thing Long distance, words and images We whispered in our messages. Then she proposed Out of the blue It never had been serious At least, it seems, for one of us. I stayed online To manage things She found strength in bitterness We remained friends, nonetheless. Not quite the same But still we spoke. I can't believe it's been five years We always Poke when one appears. The other week Response delayed I pouted, and I mildly stomped She always was so very prompt. Her sister wrote Upon her wall That she'd been taken gravely ill And had been rushed to hospital. No-one replied To me for days But then a stranger broke the news And all emotions were confused. We never met, Would never do, Now miles away, real people grieve And bid with love their darling leave. She touched me, I'll remember her. No greater tribute can I say; We log out and we walk away. |
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Thanks, o reliable sirens of dating poetry. :)
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Noooooo.
Thank YOU :-) |
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This actually happened, btw, and this is the only forum I feel happy/appropriate discussing it.
Soufiehere, your kind words give me the warmest of fuzzy feelings. And wood. |
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Was thinking about her the other day, actually forgot I wrote this but glad I did.
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Was thinking about her the other day, actually forgot I wrote this but glad I did. We honor them, the way we wish to be honored. Glad you did, too :-) |
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Was thinking about her the other day, actually forgot I wrote this but glad I did. do you regret never meeting? I think I would if you really were that close I mean |
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hey u |
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We shared no friends We had a thing Long distance, words and images We whispered in our messages. Then she proposed Out of the blue It never had been serious At least, it seems, for one of us. I stayed online To manage things She found strength in bitterness We remained friends, nonetheless. Not quite the same But still we spoke. I can't believe it's been five years We always Poke when one appears. The other week Response delayed I pouted, and I mildly stomped She always was so very prompt. Her sister wrote Upon her wall That she'd been taken gravely ill And had been rushed to hospital. No-one replied To me for days But then a stranger broke the news And all emotions were confused. We never met, Would never do, Now miles away, real people grieve And bid with love their darling leave. She touched me, I'll remember her. No greater tribute can I say; We log out and we walk away. Enjoyed! |
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do you regret never meeting? I think I would if you really were that close I mean I don't, which probably sounds bad. But the closeness wasn't really real; it was something we'd constructed in the place of closeness, if that makes any sense at all. Thanks for all the positive comments, folks. |
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Emotions mixed
A bag of tricks Left to ponder What is real |
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Touching....many emontions within...bless are we for the ones that touch our heart even if we never met them...
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