It had been a long year.
The promise of something precious
to be discovered and cherished,
dissolved into pain, confusion, and spite.
We flowed and ebbed;
finding solace in our friendship,
then drawing back to regain balance.
Timing never right,
we shoved our feelings into the dark recesses,
like patchwork quilts stored for summer.
We parted in silence, no goodbyes.
Beginning with open arms.
Ending with closed hearts.
Yes, it had been a long year.