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Once upon a time
I rubbed up against a piece of lumber and received no splinters
I made an unlikely friend in an unlikely place, doing something I wasn't likely to do
We were like dough pressed and cut of the same design
At times, I felt like I was looking in the mirror,
Completing my own sentences when he spoke
He chased away the dark cloud that thunders before the trust comes
With him, it was instant
Sure now that he doesn't even know why, but he let me lay my darkness at his doorstep
He took it to the dumpster for me and helped me see the sunlight ahead
He raised my head for me and gave me structure to rebuild my shelter
It may have happened too fast
There was no grace period
Blink once, we met
Blink twice he was 3/4 of the way to BMF (best male friend)
It could be that I reminded him of some other time, with some other "she"
Maybe being in the "friend zone" was too much
He did tell me before that many of the elements were there...
I didn't need him to, I knew it, felt it, filed it under "good things" and "I can't do this again"
Just as quickly as it began
I woke up and my bungalow was without of Wood
Now it teeters in the wind and I get rained on from time to time
Each time I come home and close my door...
Still I have the elements beating against me
I miss being able to lean up against my Wood
His exit left me splintered