My Chameleon

Different worlds from which we came

Separate lives were what we led.

You entered my life like a sunbeam after it had rained,

You helped me to love and laugh again,

You called me friend, I called you my love

My chameleon, my lover, and once, my friend

Our paths no longer should be crossed again.

Tossed together during our time of despair

We’d learned to live and work together,

Within the face of the greatest odds;

The little we had between us, we did share.

My chameleon, my lover, and once, my friend

Our paths no longer should be crossed again.

For a brief while for me, you cared

When I needed you, you were there,

Giving words of encouragement or laughter to cheer

I grew to love and trust you,

Believing what we had you’d always hold dear;

My chameleon, my lover, and once my friend

Our paths no longer should be crossed again.

Heart rips out of place, beset by displacement and loss,

You walked away without a care or concern,

But through the resilience of a wounded soul,

I once again became whole,

My chameleon, my lover, and once my friend

Our paths no longer should be crossed again.

By

Marjorie Delores

© 1999

While going through my archives of writings that span what seems a lifetime, I came across this poem, which I hope you will like. Each poem I wrote, I’ve lived, and for that reason, they are an ever-present part of me, and I am sure are voices of others traveled similar paths, and for this one, I hope there are just a few.

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