OWED: to your NDIFFERENCE. Like a brother, like a friend each autumn and each spring Steps so far I could hang on then why today,, was it all really meant to change .. days when as an open book I could read through then why are you a mystery unresolved today… a cauldron worthy enough I could pour my tears into was it really meant to have a fissure.. a fitting sustain to the vine fragile… was it really meant to detach when raw time could change, time has changed a lot in you while a lot with me fuzzy to protract really it is so now it matters not the indifference you show when I am shattered, when I am weak when I am alone and your party is at peak undoubtedly the essence is gone the unspoken once loud to you have been muted well by how I wish, the words you preach could match the perform how I wish I could have the lost you how I wish I could have the old days back… -khushi i really wish i would never had to write this