"MEMORIES OF A DEPLETED FRIENDSHIP"

This prose reflects upon two childhood friends who took different roads in life. They cannot communicate because they have grown apart with different lifestyles and different viewpoints on politics and life.

We walk through our lifetime,

On planet Earth

To walk

To run

For fun

Of rebirth

Of bonds of friends that intertwine

With our everyday smiles and laughter

Of new friendships formed as we capture

Photographs of play and nature and all things

Friends share experiences of human beings,

Of life and living each day

Along the way.

Here is every word that I say.

What happens when tears and heartache appear,

Among the two friends of a New Year,

As the two friends were young and free

As they grow up to be

Other people as careers?

Who will win?

The two friends took different life paths.

One girl goes to college to satisfy her thirsty curiosity to expand her mind

As she steps into the classroom of professors to combine

Knowledge and critical thinking skills

To process her lifetime of her will

To be free

To see

To build

A life of learning and writing

Of poetry, stories of fact or fiction of lives

Of characters dreaming and scheming

Or crying or despair

Seeming

To live each day

In the progressive way

Of slipping into the 21st century time

Of creating a stream of consciousness of rhythm and rhyme.

The other girl

Chose another path,

To travel

Of motorcycles and army and other avenues

Of life, laughter, destruction of venues

Of sporadic adventures as the girl walks into

The wild blue

Of what she chooses to do

The two friends lose touch,

But still think about each other so much,

Not realizing when they meet up as adults

They no longer have anything in common,

As the roads they chose were different as night and day

No reason,

No rhyme,

Just in time

They go their separate ways again,

As the two have nothing to say

To each other tomorrow or today.

So now they are old,

Remaining apart as the critical thinker says

Her old soul

of many lifetimes,

And the other remains bitter and jealous,

Of the critical thinker of writing and life

Of time and space, of the strife of life.

Being apart is smart,

As they are so not in tune with each other or

On the same page

As they have other friends now

To find out how

In time each count the actual number of faithful friends

On their one hand of five fingers of expression of when

They each discover people come into our lives,

To stay or teach a lesson,

And that one friend was there to care

At a certain point in time to bear

A burden of friendship then flies away.

So, I have learned that some friends go away,

Because they were there for that time in our lives

Then to walk a different life path of hope, despair, or strife

And to remember it is okay.

Bless the time

And move forward with rhythm, rhyme, and song of space and time,

To live

To love

To care

Or not to care,

But to know the universe sees

And the creator of our matrix

Sees us and is there,

As we walk this way

Today

I smile.

I say Life happens.

Perfection is so overrated.

So, we accept the adventures of different roads taken

Yesterday and today

As we awaken

To a new dawn

A sun

A star

A moon,

To you my long-ago friend of my childhood

No worries,

Take care,

Live,

Laugh,

Care,

Despair,

Hope,

And love and peace to you

In the matrix of time and theater of life

I choose life and creative endeavors of strife,

Turned into light energy,

Of the Earth

The stars, the moon

I will not see you soon,

As we can no longer communicate

About politics or life

As we are 180 degrees away from

Compromise or able to love.

You are my past friend.

And in the end

I am okay.

You are okay.

We were meant for childhood play.

I say goodbye today.

Peace out!

Written By

VICKI LAWANA TRUSSELLI

MARCH 14, 2024