When the garden of our friendship begins to dry, and the blossoms that once bound us start to shrivel and die, Will you call my name?
Will you plant new seeds and never be the same?
Though times become quite rough, will our memories be enough? Or will you forget all of me as I forget all of you?
Will you let the weeds grow in the land you used to sow? Will the seeds be a vestige of what we used to know? For Many challenges will arise, your choices will decide, whether you will ever reside in me and me in you.
When the garden of our friendship begins to dry, when the flowers do not bloom, but instead they die, I will not call your name. I will not look back, I'm not the same. The flowers of mine still spread, but to different people instead, they won't let our friendship shred.
For if our garden fails to sprout, then clearly our friendship is a drought. And I will move on from you as you will from me.
