When Words Fail: Discover the Haunting Pause That Defines True Friendship in Roy Pullam’s Poem
Isn’t it funny how the very circles that once embraced us with warmth can somehow shrink—like the slow cooling of a once-fiery star? Friends, those radiant charges of positive energy in our youth, now drift apart—atoms splitting, bonds severing—as complacency sets in like the steady pulse of neutrons, silent, inert, almost indifferent. What happens when energy turns stationary? When the spark of ambition dims beneath the weight of “too much effort”? This poem slyly captures the quiet erosion of connection, the whispered wish behind tired eyes to reignite the heat, to bridge the ever-widening distance before the coldness of aloneness becomes, paradoxically, the easiest place to dwell. Could the power to rekindle a fading bond be nothing more than a phone call away, or has comfort in isolation become the ultimate trap? Dive in and feel the pulse — or the lack thereof — of friendship’s shifting elements.
The circle narrows
Friends
Their faces light
When we come close
But there is distance now
A bond broken
A relationships severed
As the atom split
We were protons
Positive in our youth
Constantly in motion
With dreams
With ambition
And now neutrons
Complacent
Not reacting
To the thought
The behind the eye
Wish
That somehow
We could harness
The energy
Make that call
Arrange that meeting
Do that outing
But the bother
Has bearing
Too much effort
To disturb
The comfort of aloneness
