Last Exit

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
Flowersย cease to bloom

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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15 Responses to Last Exit

  1. So very sad….the loss of friendship is so hard. Beautiful, Sis! xxxx ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Friendships come and go, out the door!

  3. Sad thing. So many years so many gone.

  4. So sad I hate this part of life

  5. Mike says:

    Flowers cease to bloom – like a bereavement. Powerful words.

  6. SSMatthews says:

    A fine departure and in closing one door….?

  7. dreamwriterx says:

    Reblogged this on dreamwriterx and commented:
    This is a very nice poem by Helen Valentina. 2 Thumbs-up!

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