It was one of those nights. It started with an email from a friend I haven't heard from in 10 years. She started with: "I know it's been a long time, but I need a traveling partner and I thought of you".
She went on to say she was booking a bus trip "and" I'm hoping you finally got yourself over Mark.
I didn't need to read another word, just hit delete I told myself. This was one of my life long friends who never really was. This email brought back every day I spent alone after the death of my son. Those who "couldn't handle" my grief or those who "didn't know what to say". They all slowly stepped back and away. I just wasn't any fun anymore.
These "friends" led me to write this poem one night. It isn't much of a poem, but it says what it had to say then and still speaks for how I feel now. "Get over" is not something that will ever happen. Goodbye old friend, you will never understand.
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