How could you have ever claimed you cared for me?

When all you gave me was your middle finger.

Oh, sure I’ve thought of you from time to time

but never allow those thoughts to linger.

Lessons learned, distaste and disdain;

Never getting back to you, I’ll never entertain.

You and I had plenty of chance to make it right,

but now you are completely out of sight.

Do I miss you? Oh, hell no…

It’s time for me to let you go!

This poem was written about a friendship that I had with a woman near to where I live, who is blind and who has mental health issues, we went to school together.

She blocked me out of the blue 2 years ago for no apparent reason.

It still hurts, but it is done now, I tried reconnecting, it only lasted a month, and she blocked me again.

She can be very paranoid, so I just have to put it down to that…

But I’m over it now. I’m moving on.

4 responses to “To a former friend, time to let you go!”

  1. Liz Avatar

    That’s all you can do. You tried. But it didn’t work out. You have to look after yourself too.

    My mum, when she took ill and before she was sectioned wouldn’t have anything to do with a friend who was also a neighbour. I kept in touch with that person myself, because when my mum was sectioned, she kept an eye on the place with me only being able to get up every so often, until the council claimed the property back.
    I told my mum I would keep in touch with this friend and I also let my mum know that this friend asked how she was and would she like to see her. But sadly a no and it stayed like that.
    When my mum’s friend passed away, I didn’t let my mum know with her still not wanting to get in contact. And kept it like that because I just knew my mum’s mind wouldn’t change on that like in other things until her dying day.
    Even mum didn’t want me there in the last days I was with her.
    She told me to go. But I said I ain’t going this time. She didn’t tell me to go after that. But I don’t think she had the strength underneath to do it.
    Mum did say, I think, I live you in the middle of those final days after I had said I love you. But mum didn’t speak much in her final years, than the no’s or get out. Or some other chat odd times with care staff that shown she was sometimes happy there.

    Look after you. X

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    1. Carol anne Avatar

      Thank you, Liz. I’m sorry your mum had a hard time at the end and sorry you had to witness that X

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      1. Liz Avatar

        Thank you. X

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      2. Carol anne Avatar

        💜💜💜

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