Ardriana's profile

I remember How we laughed… You were always More clever than me. I never could match You wonderful sense of absurdity. And I believe I fell For every ploy You ever set. For someone who wasn’t number one… You could always get the best of me. And you know, I think you did.

I knew it well, My box of a hundred locks. One lock Was put there by Mom. Another by Dad. My sister said I shouldn’t and put another one there. My brother said I couldn’t, and added two more. Then a teacher, a neighbor, a friend or two added their locks to my box. When Pretty added hers, Athletic added his. Intelligence wouldn’t make up its mind Putting on and taking off locks every other day. Convention had a field day and lined her locks in nice, neat rows. Religion put on just a few, but t...

My excesses bothered you, or so you said. And yet they held you fast to me. You swore. I was your very best and secret friend. I worshipped you a decade’s length or more. To guard the hidden treasure that we forged, we oathed a silent, secret loyalty. To be, as long as treasure lasts, to each the ever best that we knew how to be. In time, you pitched me to your angry God. My love - to bait a moot salvation test You hocked our friendship for the merest loan of one week’s washing in your Sunday...

Along the shore the footprints mark your passing. And with the tide your place among us was seemingly lost. But the sand knows you passed. And the sea knows you passed. And, so do I.

If the price of inner freedom is memory Then I shall not be free. I cannot ask of myself to walk out this door, knowing I will never see you again and forbid your memory. You see, if in the renewed pleasure your memory evokes - there also comes the pain of your absence - then I will embrace that pain. For you are worthy of both.