A Poem by JimSlaughter

Author: JimSlaughter
Created: March 16, 2017 at 02:30 pm
Upload Type: Poem, A (18+)  
Category: General/Other | Personal | Friendship
Upload Stats: 4.33 Stars by 3 users with 3 comments and 112 views

You sent me flowers  

You sent me flowers,
You held the door,
Remembered birthdays
And ties I wore.
The ordinary things I'd do,
You'd make them seem important, too.
You'd take my sad times
And make them glad times.

Sometimes I'd say things
That caused you pain,
But though I hurt you,
You'd not complain.
My thoughtlessness was guaranteed,
Still you were there in times of need,
Steadfast, unswerving.
Me, undeserving.

You said you loved me,
And though I knew,
Pride wouldn't let me
Feel that way, too.
Too little romance in my soul,
My head too firmly in control,
I couldn't change it
Or rearrange it.

I'm not like you were,
Not strong and brave.
I couldn't give you
The things you craved.
Your love and generosity
Were wasted on the likes of me.
Find someone nice, kid,
Was my advice, kid.

I'm going to miss you,
Now that you're gone.
You were the best friend
I've ever known.
I know no matter how I spin it,
My life was better with you in it.
How could I feel it,
But not reveal it?

I write this letter
I'll never send.
Just need to tell you
I'm still your friend.
Too late, I know, but necessary,
Footnote to your obituary.
I cried for hours
And sent you flowers.

Last Modified: March 18, 2017 at 11:18 am
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Author Notes

True friendship is a rare gift that should be cherished and carefully nurtured.

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Comments & Reviews ( X 8)

March 20, 2017
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Our greatest regrets are often not the things we've done, but what we didn't do--the lost opportunities. A superb poem, Jim.

Richard, thank you. And you're right, of course. They only seem worse now, I suppose, because I've more time to reflect.

 JimSlaughter replied on March 22, 2017

March 16, 2017
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I have the feeling that the one for whom the letter was intended is a lot less hard on the writer than he is on himself. All relationships contain regrets by both partners. I also have the feeling that the deep love shown in the last verse was always there, and both sides were aware of it.

Being the kind of person my friend was, John, you're probably right. Thank you.

 JimSlaughter replied on March 17, 2017

March 16, 2017
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When love walks out that door it may take us a little while to understand why. Your poem has that understanding. Yes. Too late. Much too late. If this if a fer real write, I sympathize big time. I have an undelivered letter because it was never mailed. She, too has passed on. I never sent that damn letter. Spotlight!

Thank you, Jerry.

 JimSlaughter replied on March 17, 2017


 RamSlade replied on March 17, 2017

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