A sad poem for a friend
Dear Frankie, I hope things will be better for you. I know you tried but when the love that you gave falls on mud, then you know you have to move on. So..so sorry brother…
Promises Made
by Christopher
Yesterday’s goals, dim memories.
Dark saddened eyes, blurring with tears.
Painful scars borne; Love’s history.
Futures crumble when doubt appears.
No brightly lit hope envisioned,
When following after harsh words.
Hurt soul splits in twain, partitioned.
Swooned by appeal – when numbness lured.
Apologies made, never bought.
Price paid turned out far too costly.
Though never known what would be wrought -
Must walk into the night softly.
One wish, only to be released.
Granted – now receive this token.
Words written in rhyme, love’s deceased.
When promises made . . . were broken.
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I’m really sorry for Frankie too..
Cindy- Frankie will overcome it. They will stay apart for now. He may plan to go back to his hometown and focus on other things and see how things go.