what changed, then

you appeared interested in reading these words, my wednesday friend

yet you had nothing to say

about what you found after such a mighty

and difficult search

that finally brought you  to here..

but, the next time we met

in the craziness of yesterday

something changed

you carried your distance like a shield

focused your eyes elsewhere while busying  yourself with

organizing the bags

while your avoidance sat in the hallway’s path

blocking you from true sight

oh, there were other distractions present that may have

been responsible for tugging the usual attention

and focus

from our weekly visit

or, like me

perhaps you read the ‘work’ here from summer’s din

 and decided how awkward it might be

 if you were forced into answering,

“well, what do you think of my art”

 when truthfully

you thought it all an uncomfortable waste of time and energy…

or maybe you dove into the earlier works

of these three hundred plus

and found that it all made you

terribly uncomfortable to know

so much..

appreciating the person  you call ‘friend’

while embracing the value of snippets of conversation

 shows the art

of feeling   

and never can replace the weak and the crap of

one’s current  lackluster art on the page…

it has been a wasted summer for words here, j

still, our friendship should


About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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