There we sat,
Until the end,
And what a day,
I'd made a friend.
We laughed and talked,
Of days gone by,
Of friends long gone,
Loved ones who'd died.
And when we left,
Said, "Fare thee well,"
I turned to wave,
And now I tell,
Of the man who was never there.
5 comments:
This poem really strikes me for some reason, not only because I totally believe in the paronormal but Its kind of sad that in the poem a new friend was made just to turn around and find out that they weren't ever living, and it has a creepy factor to it. I find myself reading it over and over again. Great Job!
Thank you very much so. I am surprised someone picked up the paranormal side of this. You have a keen eye. And it makes me glad that you found a sense of creepiness. To be honest I hadn't seen that yet. Im thrilled that you like it.
This poem gave me chills. I read it three times and I am speechless. This needs to be published.
Oh my goodness. I am glad you liked it so well Tanya. It is an honor when you enjoy my works.
It's an honor to be a part of your wonderful blog. Thank you
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