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Scattered.....God Knows Where.

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Time erases so many fond relationships and friends.

Scattered.......God Knows where.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 Time is a vacuum it sucks only in one direction ~~~~~~~~~~Gone! all of those we once knew without warning disappear from our lives, as the years are whisked away. Kids I grew up with never saw them again sure Vietnam got a few others just moved away like me. But I grew up in the projects there were thirty-five kids per block times 50 blocks of Veterans Housing projects. A gift to our soldier daddies they were rather ratty by the time my dad got his piece of the cheap but the kids.... where did they go?? Oh, I know Sharon died of a drug overdose, and Dani's been married twice and divorced but the bulk of the gang I hung with has been severed and swallowed by time. Then there are the old girlfriends I feel like some triangle in Bermuda shorts less two lovers I have wandered many vast places and never ever run into an old girlfriend, what a joy it would be to do so, I am a romantic, they all still mean so much to me, they helped guide me to what I am today but all I have is some old Polaroids and a handful of memories and letters from each one. all tucked away lest they too get sucked away like the girls that they portray. I have whole lists of people who disappeared forever, Guys I knew in the corps, Guys I played in bands with, people I worked and sweated with, even the kids I taught, all vamoosed. Is there a concentration camp somewhere that holds them all where they concentrate on everything but ever bumping into me again. I Love that song about meeting my old lover in a grocery store the snow was falling New Years eve, but I only bump into old ladies with obsessive compulsions to find the right amount of pennies in a change purse while I'm behind them in line with a six pack getting warm. I suppose we all lose friends eventually people go their separate ways and never return, but I've got enough missing folks to cover milk cartons for the next twenty Years! Perhaps I will disappear next and then find out where they went. If I do, and I can get access to a computer I'll send you all a hub and let you know where I'm at, I'll even be happy to look up some of your old lost friends, just send me their names when I get there. In the meantime which really is some mean time because so many I cherished are gone I'll simply write this poem and post it here in hopes one of my old loves or friends will stumble on it and comment and tell me where the hell they are at. So I guess this is a classified kind of a lonely hearts club ad, but I'd prefer to call it a poem, that way I don't have to think about all of the people I've had to leave out of it while I was writing. Am I alone with this dilemma? is there anybody out there who is going through the same kind of an absense?? Well, enough of that I'm off to write another poem, this one's about to fade into a long list of things I cherish, but I know where it's going and I can always come back and visit.



poetlorraine on April 16, 2010:

i am loving this hub and it's author, so meaningful, full of heart and love, keep writing, i know you will... love Brenda xx

Susan Ream from Michigan on April 13, 2010:

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Do you know that in the last year I have found many many of my high school friends on facebook? It's true and it's amazing to reconnect .. I never thought I'd ever see or hear from them again. It's been such a blessing.

Michael Shane from Gadsden, Alabama on April 13, 2010:

Great job MFB!

Jen on April 13, 2010:

Every person you see walking down the street, in the supermarket, everywhere, is someone's old friend.. someone's old lover. And someone's son or daughter.

Micky Dee on April 13, 2010:

Always on top of it! Thank you Sir!

prettydarkhorse from US on April 12, 2010:

you always write with thought provoking poetry and make me think hehe, I like it, some kind of longing and sentiments and finding comfort. Maita

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