Needing
He was not young
When we first met
And he grew old quickly
As I watched time
Weathering the lines on his face
Slowing his once quick gait
Into a carefully paced walk
That after a time, clicked
As the cane dropped
Just slightly ahead
Of his failing right foot
Even though he was a dear friend
As time went on its way
I began to see him less and less
Not because I didn’t care for him
But because I did
And seeing him gnarled away
By the passing of time
Was much, much more
Than my friendship could bear
In the end he was gone
While my sadness
Was compounded by the fact
I didn’t have the courage
To watch him grow old
Never realizing
That in the end
I needed him much more
Then I would tell myself
He needed me
Copyright © Cj Krieger | Year Posted 2015
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