Mound

Friends?
I say it's OK.
But it's not,
I have to be realistic,
A need for something more
Simplistic?
A love?
A life?
A togetherness?
Interconnectedness?
I guess it will never be -
How selfish of me..
To think it will?
Meeting another -
Is his game..
I'm not part of the equation,
In the quest for his lifetime salvation,
To which it seems, he's found.
He's climbed the rocky mound.
I guess he feels safe,
Content and sound; On the ground.
I tried, tried, try,
I lie, lie, lie -
To myself.
Bad for my health.
Hard for my heart.
Crush for my soul;
Feel so unwhole.
Let him go..
Leave him be,
Let him find beauty
In what he sees,
In what he loves.
In what he's found
High on his mound.
Where he's now crowned,
The fruit of new love.