For My Friend, Farewell, And Take Care Poem by jolenish fiber

It is only through relationships complex
and perhaps a quick taste of time in my mouth
that can trick me into change...
into an adjustment in this world
that will make me appear and seem different,
but it is only a compromise when involved
in relations complex and quick time.

For it is not in fact quick,
but slow,
and not complex,
but strange.
Strange and slow in this span called life,
and living in any age, for any man.

When life decided to turn, I didn't know,
and I was no longer facing you,
and I went down that path away from you.
And I was willing, and I was excited.
My brain was stimulated and new,
and it was all mine, all my own.
I suppose it was my final decision, my final word,
But you weren't there,
but I didn't mind,
for I was in partnership with time.

I was on my way to being,
but a piece that I was unaware of
was leaving, not dying, but not coming with me,
being left behind.
I didn't notice much, I didn't mourn.
To be wholly honest, I didn't even know,
save my sub conci.

So I went on my way,
not thinking of a missing piece,
or person or place, or moment in time,
for indeed, I walked with this time thing,
and I knew I would grow,
but only without you.
None of your faces, none of your chimes,
just a walk, a walk away from you.
Relish in the newfound independence,
and forget the old.

But now time has decieved me,
for there is a loss found suffered
and now I am the old one.
Suddenly there is no time at all,
it only passes by as I wave,
as it once did.
A new flavor, strange on my lips,
and I feel strangely singular.
I thought I knew, I thought you knew
but I was fooled.
I ever knew you,
I ever grew you.
And now the familiar and once comfort
of simply walking beside you
in this mysterious thing called the span of life,
strange and slow as it is, or
quick and complex
is now only a comforting thought.
The missing piece, person, or place or moment in time
my dear beloved past,
my dear beloved friend of mine, but no longer mine at all,
is the very fact that I can no longer grow with you.
I can no longer grow with you.