A flower that's always there,
I could leave her for weeks;
And she would still bloom.
Just never knowing how to respond to sadness;
nor tragedies.

Sitting with her just feels so right,
Be it in laughter;
Or in silence.
A thousand people could not even compare,
To her warmth.

But now she's wilting,
She's disappearing away,
To cope with her own sorrows,
Ones which I couldn't even help,
Or she would even share.

I'm just so lost,
Not in my own problems,
But without her,
I'm alone in this world.

I wouldn't be a burden to her.
But its just so hard.
Nothing could be compared,
To see your best friend disappearing away.


-HIY.