Throughout my life, I noticed a trend.
I would develop friendships and one day they would end.
A year or two back I made a new friend.
He was tall with a beard and we laughed to no end.
I told him he would stop talking to me one day.
He said he never would.
A few months ago my statement finally stood.
I helped him out his rut.
He got a job, quit drugs, got clean and then he found love.
He met a nice girl.
An artist
a sweetheart.
I was right.
I led him to where he was meant to be.
I full heartedly hope he's happy without me.