This rose has been plucked from its place
It now stands where it's master hastes

It travels by its masters side
From dusk till dawn on an unseen ride

It's masters tries to mould this rose
And waits upon it to be fully grown

Holding it close and feeding it with love
This rose enjoys love more than most

Time passes and master ages
And his rose surprisingly outlasts many stages

Though shes frail and her petals are shaded
The love for her master has not yet faded

And on one late afternoon when her master ceases
His rose by his side falls to pieces

I can hear the silence and its nullness
It speaks to me

Constant, cool and uninviting it beckons me to join

Getting closer, I tremble with a shocking fright

"Come hither" silence calls on this dark and starry night

The wind whistles an eerie calling to all those unseen and unheard

Where am I, I wonder suddenly joined by those unearthed

I'm frightened, but continue unable turn back

"I'm coming", I call to silence, he is my internal map

Thoughts rush of the days I leave behind , a mother, a brother and I freeze with emotion

Can I leave ?

Suddenly Silence calms me and guides me to him

A longing so yearned, I'm swept away

My resting place ...Peace on this dark day

The friendships you had yesterday might not be the ones you have today and the friendships you have today might not be the ones you will have tomorrow, so accept those who leave, embrace those who are and be excited by those to come!