This Is About The Friend Who is Leaving Me

When people talked about me,
You did not know what to think.
But you saw my tears that day,
You understood my dismay.

You lent a shoulder to me,
When everyone else walked away.
You lent a shoulder to me today,
When no one else was here to stay.

You held me close; no words were said,
You knew I had to cry, and advice could wait.
I told you things and you listened dear,
No phony sympathy, no crocodile tears.

I could not tell you everything about me though,
I wanted to preserve some dignity, so the real me does not show.
Because even though I may have found a friend in you,
My insecurities deep down would make you stumble.

For I am a person broken beyond hope,
And nowadays I am finding that harder to cope.
I want to believe and I want to dream,
But everyone around cannot stop being mean.

Thus began our beautiful friendship that day,
My days were dark but now they are only grey.
I am slowly but beginning to live,
Because you came along and showed me your gift.

I did not dare question where I stood in your heart,
Whether I was special, or was I just mud.
But now I do not have to ask for I know,
You are my friend, pure as gold.

And so our friendship carried on that way,
Even though we both knew you could never stay.
For you had your own roots elsewhere over the hope,
And I was too poor to do anything except to brood.

But we carried on thus,
And did not let that bother us.
For we had so many other things to do together,
And Time was not helping us.