There is an opening that came to be today,
When my friend called Jess, handed in her notice.
She was a long term hire, a most reliable sort,
And she would be there when my insides started to
Jellify, and turn to water sloshing in my skin.
Today she told me that she doesn’t think she’s needed now;
It’s not that we have fallen out, it’s just I’m different.
She took the role when I was just a mirage, shimmering,
In need of some solidity, and that was Jess’s part.
But now, she says, I’m stronger, we’ve separated
Like the heavy branches of the oak where we
Would meet when I was drooping with the weight of life.
So now I’m left with a gaping hole, that must be filled
With someone new; a person who can guide me through
This new terrain where there are risks. This person must
Be understanding of my quirks and work
For little more that jelly beans and chocolate coins
And gratitude that pours from me in giant waves.
So if you have no life outside of work,
And challenges will drive you more than money will
Then please apply by Friday noon; a CV and a form,
And if you are successful in your bid to be
My newest friend, I’ll make sure I call.
Margot Kinberg
That’s one of the things about growing and changing. Our friendships change, too, and that can be painful in its way. But it also leaves room for new relationships, new friendships, and new experiences. Wishing you well as you look through those CVs…
patientandkindlove
Yes, I’ve lost friends over the years and I think that a lot of the time it’s for the best (in the nicest possible way). But, I think that sometimes people like to be relied on so when you get stronger they can’t deal with not being needed so much. As you say, we grow and we change..
K.L. Hale
I understand. I’d love to be your friend! My best friend is 68. I’m 51. As times moves forward,our special spaces have dwindled. Take care my friend. 💚