August 15,2008; 11 p.m.; minor changes in punctuation, Thursday morning, May 17, 2023 at 8 a.m.
—for Karen Cuccio, Friday morning, February 3,2023
A friend died
in me tonight,
a bitter, grievous
death it was amidst
many an "I told you so"
for that lost friend.
Friends capture a piece of our soul. When they leave, they take it with them. Loved this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kostas, thanks for reading the poem and for your comment. Another short poem, " While Cutting Ginger For Tea" concerns this same friend.