reading into it

Finding poems from my past is just one of the X-mas like joys of sorting through boxes from my early college days. This one captures the essence of a friendship --ironic in this case-- through the use of emotion and depth of pain contrasted with the surface of connection.

Reading Into It

We met.
You said hi.
We talked.
Laughed some.
But didn't cry.

You left.
Said g'bye.
We waved.
Later I cried.
Why?

Tears just flowed
From the spring in my soul.
First a drizzle,
Then a rain,
Then a flood.

How is it
That on can lose
so much
At the end of a friendship
That never really was?

by: mlejane
copyright 1998