A friend, I thought, a bond so true,
A shared laugh, a knowing view.
But shadows fall, and anger flares,
Leaving silence, and empty chairs.
They leave, they go, a slammed door’s sound,
A gaping hole in solid ground.
Then back they come, with outstretched hand,
As if no chasm spanned the land.
Close they draw, with whispered plea,
To mend the bridge, just you and me.
But fear takes hold, a whispered doubt,
How to trust when hearts fall out?
Kindness calls, a gentle guide,
To offer grace, to turn the tide.
But wounds remain, a fragile scar,
A fear of falling, near or far.
To build anew, on shifting sand,
A house of cards, at their command.
The yearning heart, a hopeful plea,
For lasting bonds, for you and me.
Yet cycles turn, the pattern set,
A bitter taste of what you get.
The push, the pull, the constant ache,
But you never let go, you never give up.
