Once

I used to have a Rider.

I used to have a Dragon.

We got into so much danger...

We hurt each other...

We both got hurt...

But mostly, we had so much fun...

And we had so much adventure...

And we were together...

And we were together...

I know, he's out there...

He's out there Somewhere...

We were One, once.

We were happy, once.

He was mine, and I was his.

He was my wings. I was his first friend.

I looked at him, and I saw myself.

I saw him in myself.

But now all I see is him, everywhere I look.

We saw the sky, the wind, the rush of freedom as one.

But I see a blank space where he should be.

But now I only see it alone.

And I'm reminded of How It Used To Be...

It's not the same.

When we used to have dragons...

I miss my Best Friend.

I miss my Best Friend.