You left me yesterday,
as many times before.
Left me as you found me;
often knocking
at your door.
When you left
I did not cry.
Found fierce pain and sorrow,
yet I did not die.
I, a lonely, broken child
filled with
fractured thoughts
and rage,
still you opened up
my book of life,
and began a
brand new page.
Desperate for a friend
who would somehow
understand,
I found in you a comrade
who took me
by the hand.
I realize now
I pushed to hard;
overwhelmed you
with my need, but,
in you I saw an image
of me,
and in my soul
grew a shameless
greed.
The years went by,
you came and went
and often disappeared,
though I knew you
weren’t quite ‘gone’,
‘cause I always
felt you near.
Then one day
you broke my heart,
as you truly left,
with no trace
or goodbye.
The space you built
within my life
would not again be
filled.
At times I remember
how you colored my life,
and I retreat to my
hidden place,
and take the time
to cry.
-by Mercurychyld
Copyright 11 Jan 2015
In memory of an old friend from long ago that burst into my life just when I needed a miracle.