Once Upon A Shadow, Deep Inside A Dream

Tell Me 10-06-05

Tell me was written months after my friendship fell apart. Those of you that read my blog know that this is a constant issue in my life. Every friendship I cherish and pour myself into, crumbles about me like a house of cards. I recently had my friend Jennie get angry at me and I have longed to write her but I won't. I decided, instead, to write this poem. I consider the friendship at an end for this isn't the first time she's turned her back on me and I can't bear the pain any longer. But I still feel it. I just can't help it.


Tell me you’re happy,
That you’re marriage is blessed,
Tell me you rarely cry,
And that you find comfort in his arms.
Tell me that you’re smiling,
When the rest of the world isn’t,
Tell me that you can find joy,
And that you laugh more than you did.

Tell me that I’m special,
That you wonder if I’m doing all right,
Tell me that memories of me are pleasant,
And that you can’t help but miss me.
Tell me that our friendship lives on,
That it hasn’t died like I feel it has,
Tell me that tomorrow you will call me,
And we’ll laugh like we use to.

Tell me that my tears are foolish,
That I’m loved and wanted and cared for,
Tell me that I shouldn’t feel lonely or sad,
And that someone, somewhere is waiting for me.
Tell me that I have a reason to go on,
That I will find love and friendship that never ends,
Tell me that there’s no reason to give up,
And soon I will understand all that has happened and why.

Tell me that you love me,
Tell me that you care,
Tell me that you miss me,
Tell me that it’ll be all right.
I am sitting here alone again,
Wondering what I should do,
I won’t write you a letter,
Or give you a call.

Tell me that tomorrow will come,
Tell me that the sun will shine,
Tell me that I’m beautiful,
Tell me that I’m blessed.
I long to hear these things,
Whispered to me,
My best friend has walked away,
I am sitting here alone again.

Tell me that he will come to me,
Tell me that I am capable of love,
Tell me that I am worthy of marriage,
Tell me that I won’t always long for this.
If you hear my words please answer,
My fingers tremble as I think of all that’s lost,
Was it my fault, am I truly so unworthy?
Couldn’t there be an easier path to travel?

Tell me that you see me,
Tell me that I exist,
Tell me that there’s nothing to fear,
Tell me that you’re sorry.

That’s all I want to hear.

10-6-2005