The drawing

I spot you drawing across the room,

And call out your name.

Your head doesn’t even turn,

My previous call no longer tame.

I shout your name,

Until my throat goes raw,

But you don’t notice,

You continue to draw.

No matter how loud I scream,

You never turn around,

I don’t stop crying your name,

Even when my voice is unable to make sound.

You soon start to fade away,

Disappearing into the air,

You don’t even react,

You don’t even care.

I try to run towards you,

But my legs won’t budge,

I simply watch you fade away,

Without leaving so much a smudge.

Once you are gone,

I sprint to where you previously stood,

I drop to my knees and cradle your drawing,

I did everything I could.

I gasped at your drawing,

It was of you and me,

It was the both of us,

Sitting under a great oak tree.

It was under that tree where we became friends,

It was a symbol of our bond,

It was where our friendship,

Was first spawned.

I dropped the drawing,

And cried as realization hit.

We were drifting apart,

And there was nothing I do could to fix it.

You knew too,

This did not put you in a daze,

That’s why the great oak tree in the picture,

Was set brightly ablaze.