You held me once
For a moment
in your strong words,
And I felt your honesty
But you rebuilt your facade,
the wall behind which you hide your truth,
so quickly that I almost can't remember
what you told me.
I've searched since then
for those strong words,
But I've spoken only to your mask.
It replies so colorfully
that it takes me a while to realize
It was just a distraction
like octopus ink
so you could get away.
Now I wonder if it's not your words I need
but you I need to free.
Of the many who seek your eyes
are there any who look into them?
Of the many who demand your time
is there one who gives you a moment?
And anything your hiding heart longs
to pour out,
I will hear.
I ask no more of you than you see
that my friendship