~Like all good things come to an end this one did too Like all shooting stars Hit the ground And shatter My heart did too But what hurts the most is I was the only one hurting~ ___________________________________________ ~The Dragon flies were bustling all around on the gaudy purple wings Butterflies searching for sweetness from the flowers That garden was now my soul And you were the heart of my garden~ ___________________________________________ In the end, we will not remember the hurtful words of our enemies But, the never-ending silence of our friends Poetry about a Journey from friends to Strangers with memories. -a journey of moving on and healingAll Rights Reserved