Like the prick of a thorn, you pierced me through; the pain, the hurt, the sadness all true.
Never to leave, always to share, lost with one night... no word... no care.
Gone into the night, gone in your car. Frozen and alone, no way to stay calm.
You tossed it away like an old ripped up thing.
The friendship... the memories... the two little girls on the swings.
I'm saddened, I'm disheartened, I'm missing a friend.
Someone I thought would be there till the end.
-Tricia Markin
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About Me
- Tricia
- Who am I? I am many things in one; a constantly changing package. I am a friend, a sibling, a daughter, a listener, a learner, a poet, and an artist.
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