I dare not call it closure, as it has a fatal connotation
At least to me in regards to what was beautifully blossoming.
Could call it a sense of relief knowing that the last words exchanged weren’t trivial
But words that were reassuring.
That we both impacted each other’s lives
In some shape or form.
Yet misunderstandings on both ends
Left our friendship torn.
But that string was too precious to cut, even by your hands
And it sewn us back together.
Maybe it wasn’t love on my end but happiness
That I found a friend I could rely on forever.
But at any moment’s notice
Was the warning you gave.
And without any warning it did happen
The communication buried in its sudden grave.
Yet you ended up again
In the territory where I can be free
To give me some insight on why you left.
You didn’t owe anyone an explanation. That was selfish of me.
But you did. And I thank you for that.
What you taught me I will always remember
The door is always open. Whenever you have the time
Visit and take a gander.
It grew complicated from the beginning
And it became simple in the end.
Our friendship was built on hope
That conviction will never bend.
This all began with a basic rhyme scheme
Written to the sweet soul who gave a damn
About a lonely, unconfident broken writer
To you, I say “Talk to you later”, not goodbye…

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