Fair Folk Elegy

18

I remember when we closed the distance
a gap of 18 feet
with mysteries, wonders assumptions and plans
in the immaterial space we meet

for us it was an unusual start
two unlike souls in the middle
of the cosmic great that plays a part
of didactic notes in a galactic fiddle

Forever I will not regret
even if I curse the stars
that night when we met
18 months so far

Back when there were old stories
that time would nevermind
and we revel in our fantasies
even when no one was kind

I never had to stay away
because you had a promise to keep
and then you surprised me, betrayed
with fractures that had opened deep -

wounds I can barely close
those bandages were merely disguise
for painful stings as wind blows
the crestfallen ode of my demise

I was 18 back then and far too innocent
brash, certain and unafraid
of the whispers around me and whatever they meant
but they were enough to keep you at bay.

So don't wonder now, no matter how close it appears
and you feel that I'm no longer here
you were exiled from my walls a long time ago
the vines I cut, burned now overgrow

18 years, 18 months and 18 feet
18 times, 18 sins, you won't repeat
you've taken me for granted and now it's all gone
I've grown enough to say friendship is done.