Old Friends

We lose them, don’t we, one by one, to time or aspiration?
What seams we sew, must rip to grow: unseemly alteration.
By stealth, their tide begins to ebb, and tangled in the mortal web
they may forget or shift away from our attention – not to say
we love them less – but like the moon, a distant crescent
glanced at briefly, still in our rounded knowledge there completely.

Look in my face now I have lost some valued constant from a distant past
and find the line which holds me like a kite, and fix me to my missing moon tonight.

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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

15 thoughts on “Old Friends”

  1. Beautiful heartfelt write Julia – so sad for you.
    Anna :o]
    PS Clearing out a backlog of emails and there you were – hiding!

    1. Thanks Anna – just lately, I have been concentrating on publishing my poetry book , ‘Seeing in the dark’, due out soon, and running a charity called Arty Party, which supports learning disabled adults to be creative – so I have missed you all. Will be back to catch up eventually 🙂

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