moving on is such sweet sorrow....

i've always wondered at the phrase "sweet sorrow". i tend to think it is an oxymoron. how can a sweet thing be so destructive? how can something that hurts you be sweet in any way?

FRIEND

Friend,
How could you?
Leave me here
No one to talk to,
As you sit
Far, far away,
Among your birds
Whistling a tune
Tht they twitter, too.
Friend,
How could you?
What are they for,
Everyone’s friends,
If the one
Who means the most
Isn’t there?
Friend,
How could you?
Last time I saw you
The Change
Was all I could see.
You’re different.
Why is that?
Aren’t you supposed
To be there forever,
Always the same
In my eyes?
Friend,
How could you?
How are you
So happy now
Without me?

~Originally for Kate, and now for Manda as well

i wrote this originally for another friend who moved away. but it seems like it is appropriate even now, several years after i wrote it.

ah me. life's sorrows are no less entertained than by the attention we give them. if that makes any sense at all to anyone else but me.