Two lost souls who can finally be free
but their peddles are showing scars from teeth.
She knows it and so does he, he’s wishing to be a weed.
Two lost plants who found each other but one wishes to leave.
No matter how she pressed he was unwilling to see the beauty of his new found fame.
Washed in a sea of doubt he allowed his brain to give and strain.
She felt weak and worthless as she saw her friend slowly walking away.
Outsiders unaware of the pain he faced.
All she could do is watch knowing it’s up to he to decide to stay
quiet and no warning his friends shocked as he left with no trace.
Lost friend would have it no other way.
Confident in his glass castle thinking “surely I did the right thing on leaving”.
Friends who loved him and a best friend who needed him separated by oceans.
Does she know she did not fail and that the lost friend who moved not from her lack of love but his lack of trust.
Does she know she is worth the bonds of effort and many sorely wish for more months.
Does he know what he has lost in efforts to search for something greater.
Does he see the risk he took on escaping.
Both friends pained in unseeming ways yet connected by history.
Yet one stayed and the other strayed.
Care for one and leave the other to the sea hoping he will undo his leave.
Her peddles will bloom and roots will heal.
The soil is abundant and sprouting winds will introduce new fields.
Friend you will feel.