Losing You

I see you walk my way,
I offer you the seat beside,
when you decline
I am always inclined
to ask why?

I see you painted with
a troubled face,
and I would love to paint
a smile in its place,
but you wont let me..
why does that still upset me?

Does the end of an affair
signal the end of being me?
Does the breaking of a bond
imply I should let you be
sad and uncared for,
alone and unprepared for,
the unknown pitfalls I can see.

I guess my Love knows no morals or decrees..
for a Love devoid of boundaries is treason..
to the unwritten law of land
that you must drift away once you leave a hand..
and never come back to keep alive
the friendship that helped you survive.

I have lost a love..
but Love can be regained 
yet I am poorer now than when we met..
I have lost a friend.