I think we are sometimes too willing to let a friendship die through misunderstanding. How does this fit this week's Gooseberry Garden theme of 'memories, nostalgia and family'? Well, perhaps those things might make the difference when we are tempted to say goodbye. I hope they do.
I saw two friends say goodbye today
I watched them smile and drift away
Politely agree there was nothing to say
In sorrow, saw each turn her own way
Each unconcerned mask on a pain pinched face
Tears shimmered unseen, disappeared without trace
Each rigid step then widened the space
With shoulders held high, to quicken the pace
Why did this friendship that once was so rare
Let something dissolve what they each held so dear
Why did each one's desire, so seemingly clear
Tremulously echo somewhere they couldn't hear?