A connection is defined as
a person, thing, or idea
that is linked to something else.
But yet a connection
is something far deeper;
far more complex than just that.
A connection is something that
you can feel, something you can see.
A connection is undeniable.
When two magnets have
their north and south ends near,
it is hard to deny that there will
soon be a connection
that will be difficult to pull apart
once the two objects meet.
If you hold the two magnets
in separate hands, you will feel
the magnets pulling, longing
to be connected with the other.
I am like a magnet,
the north end perhaps,
waiting for my southern half
to feel the same tugging
at their heart.
It’s bound to happen eventually,
but how close do I have to get?
It’s much easier to do the leaving
than to be the left behind.
While you are all off to do
all new things
in all new places
with all new people,
I’m left with the same life
I’ve lived for many years before
except it’s different now
because you’re not here
to experience it with me.
Not a lot of exciting things happen to me
that you haven’t heard of lived before
but I get to hear all your exciting
stories from around the country
and realize how stuck I really am.
I’m glad my friends get to go on
such exciting adventures, I am.
But sometimes they don’t realize
that in the wake of their new experiences
I am left behind with no one
to do something as simple as
get a coffee with
because my closest best friend
is at now four hours away
and that makes life very lonely.
All they seem to do about me is complain.
It brings my heart such conflict and pain.
They make me feel like I’m not worth anything.
Like I’m a slave and they’re my king.
They make me feel horrible about myself.
They’ve trapped me and I need to free myself.
But they push me down each time I try,
So all I can do is sit down and cry.