As the years passed,
Sometimes I wondered...
How you were doing;
If you were okay.
If you...
Like many of the things
that meant a lot to me,
Would simply fade away.
Sometimes...
Left to sit and pretend,
Talks of your new-found
success...
How you were grateful for
being allowed to express,
Yourself...
So openly to someone you
thought you never could.
Then,returning,I recall...
Life isn't all pretending
good...
It's never as it should or
happens to be...
I remember you fading,
I remember crying for your
soul...
I remember knowing where you
are headed;
How you cannot be whole,
Continuing the path that you
wander...
Yet,still,I couldn't help but
to ponder...
What would inspire you;
What could conspire to,
Keep you going?
Did my influence aid you in
knowing...
Anything that would make a
difference?
Was I merely interference,
Or does there remain a hope;
Could I still help you find
perseverance?
As the years kept passing,
I had to wonder....