I search in vain
can not find the root
where it is that is
transformation has come from
why has it come about, what does it feed on
Tell me what it is that torments
what pain gestates in you, very soul
for you to be vexed and lash out
Once we were close, like two sides of a coin
so close where words had no ground
today i am lukcy if you still call me friend
the cold reaching my very bones
The silence speaks volumes
of a departing union
but gives me no reason for relief
but a slab of ice between us that needs shattering
surely a word or two to
each other would help, help
us both over come whatever
there neeeds to be addressed
I surely wish that you would
At least redress the issue
for which i am truly at a loss
wanting only repartion for a friendship
how sadly lost