SEEKING A FRIEND FOR THE END OF MY OLD WORLD AND THE TRANSITION TO MY NEXT... PART 1
The way you left should have given me pause.
Don’t get me wrong I know we both were flawed.
There was always a trace of discontent; you
never even tried to throw me off the scent.
I guess it’s part of your DNA to run
From your commitments.
As I look closer perhaps it was always imminent
You got demons, skeletons,
That closet door never got cleaned, or opened.
Instead I have these words in which I opined
To make sense of it all
Separate yours from ours
All that’s left is y.
Since you seek space, now I see stars.
Now I must be a quick healer
No one likes to see open wounds and scars.