Each time I’ve seen you,
It seems like there’s less of you left,
You’re fading,
Fading out of my life,
Our friendship dimming ever more,
With every passing day.
Each time I talk to you,
You’re less responsive,
As if there’s somewhere else you would rather be,
And others you would rather talk to,
And I can see,
See how you glance around for an escape,
For a reason to leave.
And now, I don’t see you,
I speak to you no more,
For our friendship has faded,
Faded completely away,
And I’m left with no one.
Author notes
Option 3.
He's dead, Jim.
Sorry about the preview thing. I want to make it clear that this poem doesn't relate to me in any way other than the fact that I wrote it.
And I wrote it for this contest.
So, yeah.
A contest entry
- Shine's contest of uber spiffyness by FlamingoCroquet.
420 points, ended February 20, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Been there. I really like your poem. Good job. I know how hard it is when someone slips out of your life slowly.
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awsome.
this is great! awsome in fact. the flow is perfect and it all fits into place. good luck in the contest!!!! not that you'll need it with this talent.
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good luck in the contest
xoxo
Sam -
cool, thanks for entering!
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