A true friend, through the eyes of me And as others may not see, he had his own way with me Inspired my hand to glide and glee Far away from me Like no one else had seen; On depressed days, he’d comfort me Belittled by the daytime, he’d come at night, eyes drifting on their own, shining for me I wavered in his eyesight, Green and meticulous- Got caught up in his self-assured might Amorously, I’d wonder about him In my nightly dreams; Eyes craving a man of greater curve, slightly more assured But I’d find none, after days of pondering I’d wonder how he came to me Why he left me so, hanging; And it’s true- that’s how I found him too, oddly On that one forest tree The day I said it was the last he’d ever see of me