8/29/22
No one prepares you for the grief of a friend
Losing a friendship
Something where you both gave without expectation
With no thought of return
No promise of romantic love or devotion
But commitment, never the less
And when that leaves
When that friend no longer holds out that branch
The branch in my hand is left grasping
Held in empty air
The leaves wilt and fall delicately to the ground
My arm shakes and aches
And finally drops like the dead
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Thoughts Collected
PuisiA collection of poems written in my journal, and selected to be put here. The musings of a farmer and his life.
