there are special connections
we have with others
we share our hearts
we cut off pieces
of our souls 

and present it
like the jesters we are
to a tyrant king 

and how devil-horned
and wicked
and despicable
these folk are
to
turn their back without second notice 

oh but when
you do it 

i still hold that sparkle in my eye
i still hold that sparkle in my eye
and choose to look through
rose colored glasses 

all for you 

in hopes that
you will come back

for i think our friendship was enough
 for i was happy with you
and i do not wish to lose you 

 for i do not think i am enough 

for i do not wish to lose you 

for i do not wish to be ignored and sad 

you, who has been with me
for centuries
to share
 and kindle
this small flame of a friendship 

why have you left 

left
to leave me
bearing the atlas stance
with the weight
of the entire world
upon my shoulders 

and it crushes my spine
and it breaks my bones
and it flattens my heart until it
is simply
nothing 

and of course 

there are tears shed
in your absence 

physical
or
metaphysical
tears 

of missing you
tears of loneliness 

tears of 

tears of 

 tears 

just tears 

and so many more tears 

tears of trying to understand 

why