Clearing the air

The seasons passed in twos, since the last time I've spoken to you. I wonder how everything would be if we still were confidents.  It's bothersome that we're both adamantine about the issues that tore our friendship apart. You blame me for not being there for you. And I see it differently as night and day. You clung to me like I was a superior, being Rhonesha I shuck and jived but in all honesty that role was just to tough for me to act out. I was dealing with problems of my own that were to deep for me to confide in you. You were an open vessel, you shared everything with me. The things you were going through were over whelming and I wished you didn't have to undergo those things. It was apparent that you weren't yourself. I didn't like who you were becoming, so I had to fall back from conversing with you on a daily basic. It saddened me to leave you deserted. The clouds abandon the night sky, as you were. On day we'll clear the air