Aging without a friend...

Being alone isn't so bad until the thought comes along of what we could have... Losing the possibilities before we get old to know someone... Just going with the flow of control in all actuality that comes undone... Living in fear wrecks the heart wanting to open up when we're afraid of luv... Lost without that feel of touch... Mute to the conversation never held... All along just wanting to be felt... Finding years getting behind the memory as not one was ever made with a friend... Stuck in or own ways until the bitter end... Turning away from the give and take that eventually resides in the cracks... Surfacing in the flood of tears the emptiness floats with the memories past... One in which that becomes lonely in the drip of the core... Playing the role of a hard azz as self becomes a bore... Caught up in thoughts that wonder of the what ifs... Forgetting what a kiss can do to the lips... It's cool to spend some time on our own to gather what we lose track of... As long as it doesn't wind up bottled up on the hush... In a long term effect of solitude unable to reason with an other... Feeling the chill beneath the covers... Times rests for no one in a moment to accept or decline an offer to live... Sad thing is, true life comes from how someone can we feel within... Yet we turn on others until the gray hairs sneak in between our youth changing us... Who doesn't want to be luv'd..?