A dewdrop, or a crystal ball,
In verdant colors of a time
Passed by while piloting a jet
That broke the vigil of the wall
Between two one-time friends—
Such things reflected in a spectrum
Wider than the chasm now
Between two one-time friends.

You’d think on blades of grass I’d find
Something serene, but each one cuts
And fells its prey with but a slash
Or burn or both upon the wood
That built two one-time friends—
A breeze of ashes passing by
With melodies of simpler years
That built two one-time friends.

I’ll clip a stalk that’s overgrown
And stands out in a lawn that was
Meticulously made and trimmed
But now forgotten since I came
Without my one-time friend—
Ruins old, archaic that
Stand ghost-like over lonely glades
Without my one-time friend.

So sing, the robin that does wish
To say the days are naught but bliss
And in a carefree style, live,
She begs; forget what came to pass
Between two one-time friends—
But how can I, when in between
The seasons, I lay down alone
Upon the carpet, wet and green,
Where long ago,
I watched you sprout
Into a creature brought about
By changes in the weather—
Simple changes in the weather!
Just a changing of the weather…

And I let
A one-time friend
Go.