You've been like
The sun
My parent
To me
All these years
So what will I
The weak green
Plant
Or the small helpless
Child
Do, now that you're
Gone.
Do you worry like I do?
That our friendship will fade
Into infrequent
Texts?
And more infrequent visits?
That's what I worry
Will happen next year
When I'm far away
And you're left alone
With no one to
Listen
Or know
When you need
Someone.