friends
come and go.
you meet some
that are just not
long for this world,
and they leave a hole
in the sky when they
depart.
some of them
know a type
of sensitivity
that the rest
of the world
will never quite
u n d e r s t a n d .
friendships
come and go
like the rain
on a stormy night
pushing
the clouds away
before they can cry.
and there are some
who aren't meant for
that type of
relationship.
they meet a few
good people
here and there,
but life takes them
away
swiftly
to places unknown.
this is the way
with such things,
it's how we truly know
loneliness.
but in that solitude,
we gather
the memories
like flakes of snow
about a hillside,
waiting for the wind
to drift
it all away.
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