The power of wordz

Dear beloved,           I was down and broken when you left , without a goodbye or good riddance but I made a friend . He was wild and free spirited ,he was kind and caring , he was wise and smart ,he was introverted with moderate social skills. But all these qualities are never constant and like the clock that changes it's hand every passing hour , I saw a new version of him . But what never changes was his listening ear . He listened to my frustration , he listened to my insecurities ,he listened to my senseless ranting, he listened to my pittyful cries , he listened to my everything. But he was equally disturbed and I couldn't wrap my head around it . Why be so happy , why be so free ,why be so wild , when you're still going to loose all of it .        Under the Almond trees we would sit and talk for hours , From life to death to sexuality to relationships , we'll go on and on , most times, retiring at dusk . I felt safe , his exuberant aura consumed me and to a