Your my friend. At my worst you proved so.
But I need distance from you, you can't be a problem like many before.
I don't know why but my ties seem to break or burn.
You can't wither away, I swear you can never turn.
It can never be like before, the truth has been told
I know me too well. I know how bad it will go
Our friendship will change like the seasons.
Maybe one day it can feel nice again
But, now it will feel clouded and cold
Heavy and thick like conscious mounds of snow.
Cracked like a weighted stone pierced into lakebed of friendship we filled from before
Dormant like the animals who burrow so deep
Yes
that's how it would feel for now
It's the only way it can be.
So rest assured our friendship is just sleepy
It yawns and aches and feels very weepy.
So let the seasons of our friendship change. Let us hope
For better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem