PSYCHE'S TEARS

May 20, 2019

MY AUGUST FRIEND

For my real special friend, truly a heaven-sent—
he was there till the end, so mature and patient.
Since then he never complained and was understanding,
straighten my crooked ways, followed where I walk in.

We've met in late August; awkward, funny but nice,
all my problems he tossed, he took away my vice.
Fixed what has been damaged, he practiced what he preached—
the difference in our age and yet he never ditched.

He taught me many things; shared wisdom that he has,
he is more than just a fling, but this is less than love.
He is dear to my heart though we can never be
as he lives very far and yet he contents me.

He is a perfect man like the man I have dreamed
for a perfect woman that I can never be.
I am very grateful for we found each other,
and now I'm like a fool, left him for another.

I have loved someone else, decided to cut ties.
My love has someone else and now I don't know why.
I don't regret leaving him for the man I love,
but now I am grieving 'cause he's all that I have.

I want to be his friend like what I was before,
but I don't think I can, I think he closed that door.
I need him to save me while I was leaving clues—
he's why I still lived, the one small light I knew.

I love him as a friend, I need him as my light.
I don't want this to end, so I apologized.
This is too depressing, now I wait by the phone—
should have never left him because now I'm alone.