a poem: until we didn't

we drank sweet lemonade,
sugary juice dripping down our chins
       we picked dandelions together on the playground,
       clutching as many as we could in our hands
               we laughed as we did cartwheels on the field,
                ignoring the suspiciously odd smelling grass
                     we passed secret notes to each other,
                     with silly messages on them

                           we chattered excitedly about different books,
                           perching on the fence that we weren't allowed to sit on because of "safety reasons"

                                 we gave each other homemade cards for our birthdays,
                                 with sweet messages written on them
                                     we made up ridiculous games,
                                     teasing each other as we played them
                                           we hunted for four leaf clovers,
                                           searching through the grass with focus and concentration
                                           we were a group of close friends,
                                           and we had so much fun together
                                      we were a group of friends and we had so much fun together,
                                      until we didn't 
                                      until our days of teasing and long conversations,
                                      came to an end

                                 and it's been so long now, 
                                 so long since those memories of laughter and sticky chins

                         we've changed,
                         grown apart

                  what used to be long conversations are now only an awkward "hello, how are you?",
                  that we say every time we see each other (mostly out of obligation)
       what used to be incessant chatting is now a short text,
       sent a couple times a year

what used to be a close friendship,
is now not even a friendship at all

and it's too bad,
how some friendships dissolve as time goes by

      and it's sad, how a friendship can exist in one moment,
      and then cease to be in another

             and maybe i sometimes miss them, my old friends,
             but that's okay
                   because even though we're not friends anymore,
                   i still have all the memories of our adventures and experiences

                       memories of experiences 
                       that have molded me into the person i am today
                              and my old friends still mean something to me,
                              and i know that they're an important part of my story, my life
                                     and knowing that,
                                     is enough for me



  1. BEAUTIFUL poem, Neha :) <3

  2. This pinpoints EVERYTHING... I love it, I love it, I love it.

    1. That means so much to me..Thank you so much.

  3. This literally hurts my heart so much wow.

  4. Hey there! Thank you so much for checking out my blog and leaving the lovely comment :) I love the melancholy of this. You captured the feeling really well. Thanks again!

    1. :-)
      Thank you!
      Also, your poetry (and your blog) is SO AMAZING.

  5. I'm crying so much right now, because this definitely describes the friendship I once had with a group of friends before, especially in the last four stanzas, saying that the memories made and the experiences made you a better person-- this speaks truth on so many levels. Thank you.

    xoxo Morning

    1. Yes, I think that a lot of people have definitely been through a similar situation, and it's hard, but it's worth it, and the memories you made with those people do still matter. Thanks you, your comment means so much to me.

  6. yes, this is so true for basically everyone
    beautiful written, i love this <3

  7. arghhh such pretty words. I love this so much, and the way you format it adds a nice touch. :D

    katie grace
    a writer's faith

  8. this is so beautiful, Jollygirl! This is absolutely relatable for everyone, and the way you formatted it is lovely. It must've taken a lot of dedication :) Beautiful!

    Autumn's Readings + Writings

    1. Thank you so much, Autumn! Yeah, I don't usually format my poems like that, and I was just trying something new this time, so it's awesome that you liked it :-)


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