"I am so proud of you."
It's been a while since I've heard those words directed towards me.
I am truly touched.
I walk away, with a confident grin stretched across my face.
I'll seeya tomorrow buddy!

The truth is that I am proud of him for even being around to stand there and say those words to me, *as cliché as it sounds.
I am also incredibly grateful that he took the time to share his secret with me.

He is one of my best friends, regardless of everything that's been happening lately.
I know that he will be there for me in the years to come, as I will be there for him.
What's two years of difference with a connection as strong as ours?

He inspires me, he flatters me.
He makes me feel better about myself, in my moments of weakness.
He supports me, he cares about me.
He embraces me, in multiple ways, so I hug him right back...
And, suddenly, I don't feel all that weak.

And after all you've gone through
To obtain respect from your roots
You must tell your younger branches
That this is just the way it is...

You have to mislead the youth
And continue to hide the truth
For you cannot blossom just yet
You need to wait for the sun to set

Now now, empty your watering can
Do not nourish the flowers' minds
Thoughts of drowning scare the man
So you should let them droop behind

And when they ask you why
The tree's vocal chords have changed
You will lie to their green eyes
And say *"it is only a nickname."

Our sun-kissed smiles
From the summer time
Wave goodbye, wave away
The rest of the sunshine

We accept their departures
And trudge on, to arrive
On depression's doorstep
In this sweater weather

The rain pours down
The curtains are closed
The windows steam up
Either way

We pull up our covers
Pull closer our lovers
And make our own kisses
We can make our own smiles

Your eyes brighten
I watch you smile
It's a poignant reminder
Of what we once were
Why do I feel such melancholy
At the sight of your joy?

I have a sudden urge
To engage
In conversation with you
But as I try to step forward
I freeze
And fill with rage

You stare at me...
You never did anything
To deserve avoidance
I simply associate your glee
With painful memories
Of my own

I wince
As it reminds me
Of our past, of us
I just hope you know
That I am yet
To forget you