Tuesday, May 29, 2012


And the thought emerges like so many dim and distant sounds of traffic hurrying through the city, ever closer until it stops, blaring, where I stand on the grey, cold sidewalk:

Sharp and thoughtless words always hurt whether one is comfortably settled in a luxurious place or walking barefoot along the roadside. And you can never pull them back to you, can never gather them up again; you can not pour a drink that will soothe their sting or blow a kiss for them to blush under. Once they are said the virginity of friendship is lost and thoughtful choices are made - and it happens that when you look up after having wiped your brow with a gesture of shame you find the person gone... 
 

5 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

whew! you said a mouthful, there. and, sadly, i think we've all said too much at times...

From Beyond My Kitchen Window said...

Words can cut you like a knife. My mother always said think before you speak. Sometimes its hard to do.

Randy said...

My mom always said the same thing too.

Nancy said...

Yes, but sometimes things need to be said and you find friends aren't really friends, but acquaintances.

Just sayin'.

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