Stationary Thoughts

I think she is wrong; something is different. Something is very different.
Maybe it's not so much that she has changed alone, but rather that we have changed together.
I have gained a sensitivity that she has lost.
I have fallen where she stands.
I have developed that sense of fairy tale thinking that she used to have.
She has been a reflection of everything I didn't want to have effect her.
She is something I thought I would never know; at least not in her.
She has cried and I have cried.
We have both lost a lot of hope.
There is no more gentle compassion.
There is no more passionate light.
There is no more forever friendship.
There is no more chance and there is no more forgiveness.
She has become almost a stranger to me now; I think that is what she wants.
I cry over something that I could never change, because she wants nothing to do with that.
If I let go, I am scared that I will break.
If I hold on like this, breaking is inevitable.
I need guidance and strength. I need a well-lit road. I need a friend to walk with me.
I need everything that I used to have; everything that I threw away.