I was feeling pretty nostalgic when I wrote this. I found it hard to make friends in my childhood, and I do remember each and every person who was supposedly my friend.
I was very reluctant to share this piece, since it is amongst the most painful ones to share. Maybe I should do a longer version, since this poem is a year outdated TvT
I can perfectly recall
The names of those I called my friends
Who fleeted by my sorry life
And left nothing but lies.
So I made a memorial
To honor their names
To finally let go
Of this unforgivable pain:
D is for Dana,
We were just three or four
I barely remember you
Just games on the floor
A is for Aroa,
We truly got along
But someone new came along
And you left me all alone
C is for Clara,
You had to change schools
And after a few years
I was left as the fool
L is for Lola,
You were new at our school
I became your friend
But you left with the girls
A is for Álvaro,
Partly, it was my fault
You scared me with words
That just made me bolt
A is for Aitor,
You taught me basketball
You truly were great
But we just parted ways
D is for Daniela,
And I cannot find words
To describe all my hurt
I thought you were my friend
But you broke your word.
Your betrayal still stings
But I'm letting it free
L is for Lucía,
We had so much fun
But reunited with old friends
Meant leaving us behind
A is for Adri,
And I remember you fondly
We played so many games
But we grew and parted ways
There are many more names
Along with numerous games;
Dani, Héctor, I hope you are well
Diego, Tais, I never said farewell
And I still await to add some more
Though I hope it won't happen at all,
I am now happy with my friends
But, who knows? Times change
June 3rd 2022
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
