Junco in the snow. By: Patricia Keppens December 21st 2008.I realized today, that friends come and friends go. The time has come, for me to let go the past, to change and better myself. It is time to let go of some old friends, that no longer are present. To stop trying and to move on. Here is a poem, depicting how I have felt as of late, its not much but its all the feelings buried deep inside in a nutshell.
Whisper
I slowly become,
just a whisper in the night.
A silent ghost,
of moments past.
I fade into the memories,
long ago forgotten.
Like dusk,
I disappear into the night.
Very soon you will forget,
the times and moments shared.
A vacant lot,
in a field of hopes.
One day,
you will understand.
I held on,
but no longer can.
So I become,
that quiet whisper,
that silent ghost,
that vacant lot.
I disappear,
and say goodbye.
