This one is a little cold – and who knew that we wouldn’t be able to see anyone in person? I like it. So many of us don’t follow up. Catch up. Remind of how important you are. You know what? You’re inspiring me.
Years ago I wrote a song that simply repeats, “Goodbye, my old friend, will I see you the next time around, old friend?” through various interval and key changes. Saddest song I’ve ever heard. —CC
I really like your beautiful blog. A pleasure to come stroll on your pages. A great discovery and very interesting blog. I come back to visit you. Do not hesitate to visit my universe. A soon.
What a beautiful cry of angst in the realization of a fallen reality. Old friend. We do cherish, like males, females, or whatever (yea I need to clarify, fuck off. I love them, I’ll give em all the shit I want) certain interactions with individuals that have influence in our happiness.
Old friend, I miss my old friends in their moment in time. I do not believe reconnecting with an old friend is ever a good idea. I’m not married to that claim, but I cannot see anything good coming out of reconnecting with a friend you have years apart from beyond a simple check-in of “I’m good, doing this and that, how are you?”
Of course, that is me and that is what your poem meant to me. I imagine for you there are other possibilities while what I saw may coincide. But I don’t know. I can see this being about grief. And maybe that is what you meant. You wrote these beautiful words expressing grief for a lost friend. And that is why poetry is beautiful. You wrote with your grief and I read with mine.
Great poem.
Isn’t that how it goes, though? If you’re ever in the area, there’s this place, in San Francisco, that has delicious coffee and muffins. It’s a stone’s throw from the beach. I went there once…
Wild Like the Flowers 
This one is a little cold – and who knew that we wouldn’t be able to see anyone in person? I like it. So many of us don’t follow up. Catch up. Remind of how important you are. You know what? You’re inspiring me.
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Thanks for finally writing about >Old Friend – River of Word Flow <Loved it!
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Years ago I wrote a song that simply repeats, “Goodbye, my old friend, will I see you the next time around, old friend?” through various interval and key changes. Saddest song I’ve ever heard. —CC
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World keeps turning.
People intertwine and then grow distant.
The old friends won’t ever meet for coffee. That was never intended. Just the plans to.
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I love the coffee steam profiles that, like untended friendships, disappear.
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Thank you Michele, your words capture the poem perfectly.
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I really like your beautiful blog. A pleasure to come stroll on your pages. A great discovery and very interesting blog. I come back to visit you. Do not hesitate to visit my universe. A soon.
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Thank you, Angelilie! And for the invitation. I will steer my spaceship to your universe.
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What a beautiful cry of angst in the realization of a fallen reality. Old friend. We do cherish, like males, females, or whatever (yea I need to clarify, fuck off. I love them, I’ll give em all the shit I want) certain interactions with individuals that have influence in our happiness.
Old friend, I miss my old friends in their moment in time. I do not believe reconnecting with an old friend is ever a good idea. I’m not married to that claim, but I cannot see anything good coming out of reconnecting with a friend you have years apart from beyond a simple check-in of “I’m good, doing this and that, how are you?”
Of course, that is me and that is what your poem meant to me. I imagine for you there are other possibilities while what I saw may coincide. But I don’t know. I can see this being about grief. And maybe that is what you meant. You wrote these beautiful words expressing grief for a lost friend. And that is why poetry is beautiful. You wrote with your grief and I read with mine.
Great poem.
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So true.
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There’s magic in your words and your sketch. 👌
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Amazing, especially with the image, in which the steam from the coffee
looks like two faces! 👌🙏😊
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Somehow sad, but so true.
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I appreciate your skills. Keep doing.
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I think this is true to many real life friendships, and how they sometimes fade as time goes on. You did a fantastic job of capturing that!
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Isn’t that how it goes, though? If you’re ever in the area, there’s this place, in San Francisco, that has delicious coffee and muffins. It’s a stone’s throw from the beach. I went there once…
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I love the silhouettes in the steam. Very subtle and beautifully done.
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