A Continuation

He loves me,
He loves me not.
She was torn and
Tired,
He loves me,
He loves me not.
Broken and bare.

And innocence
Replaced by
Knowledge and
Maybe even
Wisdom.

She grew up,
Became stronger.
But an unknown
Emptiness lingered.

That thing that
Ripped her apart
Now the thing
Holding her together

Now she can run and
Jump and play.
Just like the other
Kids on the
Playground.

An emptiness filled

She thought she had
Found the perfect
Friend.
Always there to
Play pretend.
Always there to
Laugh with.
A friend better
Than all the rest.

Then a terrible
Storm came and
Whisked her friend
Away.

The other kids
Were amazed and
Surprised by this
Sudden tempest.
They shared their
Toys and games
Trying to cheer
The saddened
Little girl.

She made some
New friends,
Good friends,
And maybe
Even the best.

When the storm
Subsided her
Friend came
Back on those
Fickle winds.

Things are
Different.
Trusts broken,
Pain caused,
And anger still
Remaining.
She's not
Prepared for the
Reparations
To be made.

She is young and
Inexperienced.
Fighting her way
Through the devastation
Caused on her
Pretty little park.
This friend no longer
The best.
Now she is lost.
Not knowing how to
Feel.

He's my friend,
Is he not?
A new take on that
He's my friend,
Is he not?
Childhood game.

He's my friend,
Is he not?
The overshadowing
He's my friend,
Is he not?
Cloud of doubt
He's my friend,
Is he not?
And emptiness
He's my friend,
Is he not?
Remains.