Dear Friend #2 Poem by Heather Burns
Dear Friend #2
I have searched for you
Our hands almost touching
you were violently jerked
away
floating into the sea of life
I miss you.
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4/19/2024 10:13:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your poem expresses one of those almost-but-not-quite moments when a happiness which might have been lasting is rudely taken from us. It's an experience we can all appreciate in the first person and so your poem speaks to us. I like the way you lined it with such originality of form. The two characters and essential emotion are highlighted, namely, I - YOU - I MISS YOU - which also suggests I missed you since before the SEA OF LIFE swept in OUR HANDS ALMOST/TOUCHING shows how close we can come to success before it is VIOLENTLY JERKED/AWAY. Preserving these moments of loss in a poem is one way to be reconciled to life.