We are gathered here today to mourn a friendship that lasted over a decade; the presence of all of you is symbolic of the dedication, laughter, tears that we all once shared, respectively and collectively.
Animosity rigged with the disconnection of jealousy that you once uttered in public. Our introduction was met with laughter and awe, but subconsciously, bewilderment and resentment invaded the spirits at first glance.
Ironically, I was the only one that was not privy to the discontent that you held onto like a bark of a tree that could save you from your misery.
Jeered at the infallible that flowed like an ocean of fluid. The comfort was leery, like the bursting seams of the dress that laid comfortably on my body.
I thought our relationship was limpid and luminous that could never be lurked by society or family.
The ambivalence was a testament to the fortitude of the mire catastrophe waiting to be embalmed by the mortician.
It felt sketchy, and at times, noxious invading my space when you entered. Waiting to fumigate and sage the area that you occupied.
The vehement hatred eased my tension as I read your obituary. A sense of elation provided the room to rest these formidable trenches of a friendship that never began with genuine intentions.
By the silhouette of your heart, I anchored something that never thought one could reach and enjoy with such epiphany.
Relied on the conditions that seemed ideal in your tiny mind and retaliated
when I showed you that imagery was not my future or even my destiny,
it destroyed the fabric of the illusion of never wanting me to evolve, prosper, or even new heights that you can never imagine because you were scared of your own prospects.
An ordeal that felt omnipotent felt lopsided and riddled with conditions that were stipulated under the guise of your authority.
I can stand here and say with confidence, I am no longer a victim in your vortex of chaos, trauma, jealousy, resentment, and hatred.
Tranquility rains over me as I end this friendship; even though I may have tears cascading down like the riverbanks of the Mississippi River, I am not worried because once I’ve laid you to rest, I’ll rinse it down with good old fashion moonshine from the hearts of Kentucky.
So, as we end this ceremony, I lay you to rest and thank you for showing me who you really are, and like everything else, it was great while it lasted. May your mind, body, soul, and spirit find peace, tranquility, and may you find healing where you go; as I say, my final regards, good night and good luck.
May you rest in peace.
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End of Toxic Friendship
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