Random Musings: The Art of Recovering From a friendship Paused… by Pabara Ebiere Imoagene
by Pabara Ebiere Imoagene
I waited for the call that never came.
Waited for the text… my phone beeped,
Once, twice, several times, your text missing… so I called… I sent a message
Dead silence. No response. A day, and then 2… 3 and more. Sigh. Still nothing.
A year gone, and now 3, the call never came , it never will again. So I’m left to remember the laughter , our “jist”… even the heated arguments and unnecessary endless quarrels .. The plenty advice that would fill my ears to no end. While i make a show of ‘vexing’ because you always are spot on.
I’m left to remember the sharp mind that fascinated me without end. Intelligent, smart, updated. Yes I remember you today, but not with sadness… I remember you with joy, laughter, and that your sharp tongue.. that only you could ‘yap’ me with.
Because this is a friendship that meant the world to me and I choose to remember you well. The way you should be remembered. .. I remember you with honour, dignity and love. Because that’s what you gave. Being honest and upright made you standout everywhere…
I’m thankful I met you and thankful for the gift of your life… good things never come to an end. .. and this is no exception, because you are remembered always … The way you ought to be.
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