Leaving A Friend Poem by Angela Wybrow

Leaving A Friend



To me, this bad feeling is one, which isn’t all that new;
It’s an emotion which, many times, I have been through.
It’s the final evening of my trip away,
And, deep inside, I’m yearning to stay.

My time spent away, inevitably always flies,
And, now I’m sat here, with tears in my eyes.
It’s never an easy moment, saying goodbye,
And I’m finding it such an effort not to cry.

I love to spend time with my friend, so very dear:
A friend who makes me laugh, and brings me cheer.
Being in her company fills me with such happiness;
I feel like I’m riding on a wave: on the very crest!

I always crave the attention and affection;
More precious memories, for my collection.
For me, a motherly kiss and a hug,
Are so very addictive: just like a drug.

So, tomorrow morning, when I’m sat onboard my train,
No doubt, I’ll relive these memories again and again.
I know that when, from the station, I finally depart,
I’ll experience the very slight breaking of my heart.

I do so hate to experience this mood:
The creator of emotions should be sued!
Although, I’d hate not to have feelings of any kind;
Like a Cyberman from ‘Doctor Who’, with an emotionless mind.

But I wouldn’t have missed coming for all the tea in China;
To my mind, there is no other experience, which is finer.
In the company of my friend, I feel so elated,
But after, she’s gone away, I feel so deflated.

I find it hard, when I have to go home;
I suddenly feel so upset and all alone.
Having been in spirits, which were so high,
There comes the final hug, and then ‘goodbye.’

But, although, each time, I go through this pain,
I know, for sure, that I’ll endure it again and again.
I really need to occupy my mind,
And leave this feeling far behind.

Instead of spending more time moping about,
I go for a brisk walk, to help tire myself out.
Down in the City, people’s spirits are high,
And, now, I no longer feel like I want to cry.

Being in the fresh air, seems to clear my head,
And, it isn’t too long, before I’m ready for bed.
My earlier depression appears to have passed,
And I’m feeling ready to go back home at last.

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Angela Wybrow

Angela Wybrow

Salisbury, Wilts, UK
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