A lost friendship lullaby
One minute texting
I’m too angry to cry or sob
In five seconds I messaged you
Though my life was wrought with pain, abuse and suffering
I shared with you a single shining moment
In that moment I was not trying to rob
Your energy or take away from your pain
It took less than five seconds to send it, thirty seconds to wait
You also had much to suffer for,
But I believed in our shared platonic love
A shared circumstance, a tragic story of loss and fate,
Once the forty-five second mark hit,
I sensed your silence was dreary and upset
our meeting in the messages was like your back turned to my pleading
Sixty seconds: Death rising in my throat
You wanted me to feel so bad for not waiting to tell you
Weeks after the good news
And for defending myself (after I had to defend my existence for years with the pain of my identity gone)
As I was sticking the knife in my own heart
Sixty seconds turned into forever silence with dew drops of yellow points
That you place on the dipped graph
Elevated points that create the dips in my soul
I wanted to just be your sixty-second turned forever friend
But you created a lost friendship lullaby
And I replay the minute long song in my head like an ear-worm
A soft yellow lullaby that kills my heart slowly
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos.
I am Bexley is published by Resurgence Novels here.
The Half Paper Moon is available on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous is to be published by Eukalypto soon! Coming soon
Comments (7)
Such a beautiful, heartbreaking piece. This right here "I wanted to just be your sixty-second turned forever friend But you created a lost friendship lullaby" That is incredible. Well done, once again.
This is so well written, such a moment of broken intimacy.
"our meeting in the messages was like your back turned to my pleading" This line hit me so hard. Your poem was so heartbreaking and relatable. Loved it so much Merly!
An emotional minute and a fine challenge entry!
This one stings, in all the best ways as only writing about an experience can. You've carve a moment: "Sixty seconds: Death rising in my throat". Well done!
Well done for the challenge. A nice touch on how a moment can change a life emotionally
Beautiful poem! Sad and beautiful!