Blog #17

Good things must end, and sometimes they end real shitty.  We had a great run the past year.  I smiled , I laughed, and I lost.  We journeyed far and long.  I will never regret it, but I will always remember it.

I experienced open mindedness and freedom.  I lived with out a job, and broke down the wall to a new world.  I had a mentor that showed me the way.  I saw the inside jobs and looked through the cracks.  I was there for what my life could be.

I didn’t notice it until, it was too late.  My guide started change, but I neglected his actions and I ignored his health.  I wanted to help me like he helped me.  I didn’t know how to tell him, it’s not like it was harming me.  Being too scared to speak, I let his habit grow.

Not much later, everything fell apart.  I was there when his family was threatened.  I was there when the softly spoken terms became headline news.  Watching a family being terrified to live in their own home, I noticed something.

The miracle of family began to show.  They helped their son, and stood like a mountain.  Weeks passed before a smile broke through the sorrow.

The Sun’s still bright, but it shined so long ago.   I know things will never be the same, and our friendship will grey.  It’s just different now.

I’m living the effects of the past and don’t know what’s coming next.