My friend who was, is not.
My friend who came and went
The love we felt has become
Entangled, confused and lost
But though, we once felt hate and anger
It is not all lost. We can repair and
Build again like Noah’s ark.
We will ride the waves together.
The black hole does not need to conceal
The confusion that we both felt.
Deep below the surface of blackness
Lies the wonder beneath of hope spring.
Desire and yellow daffodils bloom
It once was there, it will be alive again.
And so my friend who once was, is not.
You will be here with me forever.
And though our love may turn and change.
We will wether the storm.
— The End —