VIII. The Draft

There was a time and place When I was introduced to you. Never before had I saw your face. You were to me a person new. Over Time Our friendship grew Like a very new dawn With an expanding sky. We were good friends laughing. Talked of whatever was wished. Was found to be together talking. All of that is now thoroughly missed. Oh, why is it this way? No longer do we share the same walk. These days, All I receive from you Is a harsh closure like a draft So bitterly cold a frozen hue Like such hated winter blizzard’s craft Will it ever end? When shall end the blue? When shall you again be a friend? When shall talks be with you? Oh, tell me, my friend, when? When? Some say to abort. You are to me kin. Why this sudden change? What made you go? Can I turn away so? I want to give hope a clue But I need a signal from you! Or else maybe I should let it end? Wipe away the name of a friend... and close the door to end the draft