Yesterday
you were angry;
disturbed;
vexed with the world.
I took your turbulent mind
to my heart
and hushedyour gail-force soul.
You bashed my pride
and disrobed my innocence.
But I held on with my love
and helped restore
your calm.
I am your friend.

Today
I feel bad.
Complete disharmony
with myself.
No peace of mind
I feel irascible
and challenged.
You paused
at my countenance
and then fled.
Solitarily I stood the test
and hated your absence.

Tomorrow you'll peep in.
Like a vacationer
seeking beaches and white sand.
Looking for a clear coast.
The hiatus you took
was a space trip.
'You wanted to give me space'
Space instead of support!
The time I needed you most
you chose to desert me.
The mood in me
was too much of a bridge
and the strength(?) of your love
was not enough to cross it.
You chose to return
only when you thought
I could give you sunshine.
How come
you're never around to help
batten the storm?
Are you only a friend
in fair weather!?