Friendship

Yesterday I lost a friend. Someone that I cared about more than he wanted, someone that I've respected more than he ever knew. Someone I trusted - and I typically trust no-one.
I have too few to lose them. And yet, I lost him. Just like that - in a blink of an eye, he was not my friend anymore. He was just a guy telling me "no". And all I wanted was a hug... and a bit of understanding... and a good word. But he didn't have that, then. He was more preoccupied of his own safety? or comfort? or simple, plain, non-complicated life? whatever - it was about him, not about me. Even if all I asked for was a minute.
But nobody hits someone who's already down. Nobody.
And I know he's not nobody. Then why?
I know - I just want too much. And nobody has the time to offer that. Only me. And when I do, they just get scared. All I have is an open heart. And people no longer trust that. But I am not going to change. No. I am right - they are wrong, and bitter, and old.
I lost a friend. But he also lost one.

Us

There's nothing between us. Except for an ocean. And a lot of distance. And
a few hours. Time and space are both against us. But there's no us. It's just me and the image of a someone that I once knew. And wished to keep. But he was like sand through my fingers. And we both loved his freedom - I couldn't have put fences around that. He was wild and happy as such. I could have tried to keep pace. But I was too afraid I'll loose it. So I let him be and enjoyed his smile. And pretended he wanted more, while hiding behind the thought it was not the right time and space. Next life, next planet. He's gone with the wind. I am just dreaming now - and send him kisses via the moon, while my fingers hopelessly caress the profile of his face and the shape of his lips in the air. I smile and cry - for him, (for)ever again.