Sandy

Happy Birthday Sandy,

my best friend from little on…

We were inseparable,

until sometime in middle school.

We broke apart.

But we came back together again,

like one of those broken bowls

with the gold in the cracks

put back together

stronger than before.

But the bowl of our friendship

was hurled down again,

by circumstance

more than anger or will.

And as we tried to glue us back together

you flung sharp, hurtful arrows,

at me.  You had no

respect for my life and choices.

Did you know how that would hurt?

Did you know I could never

trust you or

be comfortable with

you again?

The pottery of our friendship

has broken in too many places;

it cannot be fixed. 

We will be cordial,

we will be civil,

we will be pleasant,

but we will never again be close

as we once were.                                                       146