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.