Never knowing if they will return
Leaving you wondering
Did I do something wrong?
Could I have done more?
Desperation fills the mind
Wanting to fight what must be forcibly accepted
Self criticism speaks loud in leiu of the silent response
Chaos circles the mind, a surreal sort of nature
Damaged relationships or those that have been lost
Good memories are all that can be remembered, thought plenty of fights ensued
Shall I accept my seasons of friendship?
Trying to recall the openness of the old soul which birthed the friendship to blossom
Hoping that reconciliation occurs in this life or the next
Subtle rejection and frustration of unbalanced feelings which lack their returned counterparts
I feel abandoned, yet again.
Scott Izu
Copyright August 2018
