Growing apart

Yes, we met to grow apart someday.. 
In the stillness of night, mind wanders to seek them.. 
who  became fond memories or subjects of condemn.. 
A quest to seek solvent to unsolved relation conundrum.. 
The life's core made by them bit by bit.. atom by atom.. 
Yes, we met to grow apart someday..

Their existence and vitality once made living reverberant 
Traces lying of them in the distant memory is a sad predicament ..
The people who walk into our life someday flippantly 
piercing soul with their light steadily and silently.. 
Yes, we met to grow apart someday....

Do they ever fade out or stay alive in the mind
Purpose, they meet, fulfill their tasks assigned ..
In their shadows we mould our thoughts and being.. 
Their actions and words, all encompassing,all absorbing.. 
Yes, we met to grow apart someday...

#memories

◄ What Dreams are made of..

Twilight ►

Comments

mona s

Sun 14th Apr 2019 18:06

Jane
Thank you for your comments.. 😊

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Jane Briganti

Sun 14th Apr 2019 14:25

An excellent poem...one in which I can relate to personally. 😌 Thanks

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