Waiting as it hits
Lingering by your door
Creating a memory
My last exit
Like the one before
Returning to me
This time is the end
No more may I turn
And re-enter the room
Goodbye my friend
I cannot return
Flowers cease to bloom
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So very sad….the loss of friendship is so hard. Beautiful, Sis! xxxx 🙂
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂
Difficult and sad.
Thanks Jamie!! 🙂 🙂
Friendships come and go, out the door!
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Sad thing. So many years so many gone.
Very true, thanks John!! 🙂 🙂
So sad I hate this part of life
Yes, such endings are always sad. 🙂
Flowers cease to bloom – like a bereavement. Powerful words.
Thanks Mike!! 🙂 🙂
A fine departure and in closing one door….?
Another opens…very true, thank you!! 🙂 🙂
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This is a very nice poem by Helen Valentina. 2 Thumbs-up!