Broken connections,
haunt my dull mind.
Loss of affection,
leave trails behind.

Where did my friends go?
Who are they now?
Warm hearts turned so cold,
eyes filled with clouds.

A broken friendship
strums heart and mind.
A lonely steamship
without a bind.

Why did crossroads meet?
Why did we break?
Were we incomplete?
Was it all fake?

Memories linger
throughout each day.
Point a stern finger,
empathy sways.

It served a purpose
time just ran out,
scratch at the surface
release all doubts.

Greater wise lessons
cement alone.
Inner progression,
forms bright zones.

– Grace Y Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #231 hosted by Fandango

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  1. Great take on the prompt Grace. Your writing does those lost memories of long ago friends complete justice. Beautiful ending…paths perhaps meet for a while as inspiration to learn how to love.

  2. This made me think, Grace. Think about all the broken friendships I have had before. How beautifully you write! I feel so happy to be reading your poems again as I was away from the blogosphere for quite a while. Loved thisss πŸ’ž

  3. Oh wow Grace, how beautiful these reflections connect to me. I have contemplated the same sentiments. This is a heartwarming poem my friend. πŸ₯°πŸ’žπŸ˜πŸ™πŸΌπŸ˜Š

  4. Beautiful and melancholy, Grace! People come into our lives for a season, a reason or for a lifetime. It can be heartbreaking when we think they are the life timers, but aren’t. πŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’ž

  5. “Broken connections,
    haunt my dull mind.
    Loss of affection,
    leave trails behind.”

    They do, and I don’t have any
    answers. No idea what to
    do about this…

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