Traveler
8 years ago
Our friendship became like a pool of blood spilled on the floor once bright and full of life meaning and useful now just lays lying dying on the floor useful no more soon dried up just a stain is all that remains almost colorless completely useless
This memory of that brief time together it was comforting then and still the memory comforts me it was simple not magical being with you the magic is now a memory unexplainable how it occurs it helps us believe in the soul so magic occurs from time to time usually when you need it most