Written by  Katherine Ottaway MD

 

Your leaving me reminds me of my dead.

 They too leave and no longer speak to me.

 It would help to cry and let my eyes turn red.

 But Irondale still has majestic trees.

 You promise friends forever on the beach

 You end at last by texting “I’ve moved on.”

 Betrayal expected yet silences speech.

 You are like my sister a liar also gone.

 I love her even with all the lies she told.

 Your betrayal makes me miss her even more.

 I’m glad that you’ve decided you are old.

 You are free alone, an isolated bore.

 Tears stop. Knowing rears a conscious head

 As far as friendship goes, you count among my dead.

 

Text ©  Katherine Ottaway MD

 

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