Scared to reach out
I hate to go bother,
He feels the same way
we’re both left to ponder.
It’s hard to explain
his friendship is special,
how can we burden?
Perhaps its all mental.
Friends we still are
we complicate matters,
assuming those things
so feelings are tattered.
His friendship is real
the care is consistent,
though sometimes we hide
and we can be distant.
A friend understands
he’ll always stand by,
to patiently wait
He won’t say goodbye.