POETRY: A Friendship Journey

A Friendship Journey



What strange lands a friendship travels...

Or rather strange, what friends have along the journey.

Of closeness felt and closeness feigned

Through the time many a friendship moves

Shifts

And changes or disappears.

What was there? Or was it? Not to know.

Though truly, neither side is free to ignore

What might have, could have, seemed to be

At least to one



A friendship marked, marred

By uncertainty

Hesitation

Confusion

Emptiness.

Should it be said out loud? No.

Why voice what's already known, already felt.



Actions precede words, no truer will follow

For little by little, now, there is nothing

No one

To follow

Where?

It doesn't matter.



The signs can be learned, but can be neither avoided nor changed

One friend wants to change the signs

The other, to escape the journeyman, to stay one distance ahead

Until the friend reads but does not follow.



What strangeness, sometimes sadness, befalls those on the road of friendship...

Roads meet, roads diverge, roads end.

But the traveling does not, should not cease, for the road traveled

Is but one of many.

Friends, unique, but not finite.

The traveler wise does not forget, does not regret

But rather, remembers what was learned along the way

To be used on another journey

Another day

Which begins tomorrow.



Written by Adam Lasnik on July 26, 1995.