Waves

1/30/18

Dear old friend,

You are my rock

To my endless ocean, 

No matter the times my waves crash into you, you are still there.

But I worry for how long.

In the beginning you were a maginificent rock. Which could last forever or so I thought.

But as times went by you began to show cracks like a concrete wall 

being pummled by a hammer. 

You started to chip away piece by piece becoming smaller as the years went 

by. Now that remains is a thin layer of rock protecting a deep friendship waiting to 

escape. 

As if it was a sheet of ice stopping a raging river from decimating everything. So I 

realized people do not last for an eternity,

and in which I wondered how long will you continue to be there? 

How long before my waaves completely erode you

My rock.