Changes

Coming to a bend in the road
Sadness flowing all around me
Like a river rushing
The current pulling me to a new life.
I’m fighting!
Struggling to get free!
It’s useless,
Hopeless.
Questions coming fast,
Bolting toward me.
Why can’t I answer them?
Sad, sad, sad.
She moved away.
Why?
I’m divided in pieces--
Mad,
Sad,
But a little happy for her.
Personalities locked up with only little cracks
As we write.
It’s hard being best friend pen pals.
Sadness is sour, just a little sweet.
What? When? Where? Why? How?
Where will the current take us?
What’s around the bend in the road?
What?