there are special connections
we have with others
we share our hearts
we cut off pieces
of our souls
and present it
like the jesters we are
to a tyrant king
and how devil-horned
and wicked
and despicable
these folk are
to
turn their back without second notice
oh but when
you do it
i still hold that sparkle in my eye
i still hold that sparkle in my eye
and choose to look through
rose colored glasses
all for you
in hopes that
you will come back
for i think our friendship was enough
for i was happy with you
and i do not wish to lose you
for i do not think i am enough
for i do not wish to lose you
for i do not wish to be ignored and sad
you, who has been with me
for centuries
to share
and kindle
this small flame of a friendship
why have you left
left
to leave me
bearing the atlas stance
with the weight
of the entire world
upon my shoulders
and it crushes my spine
and it breaks my bones
and it flattens my heart until it
is simply
nothing
and of course
there are tears shed
in your absence
physical
or
metaphysical
tears
of missing you
tears of loneliness
tears of
tears of
tears
just tears
and so many more tears
tears of trying to understand
why
