Lost Fellowship/Red Sweaters.

Red Sweaters mean moving on,

And I am wearing one because he’s gone.

I look at that familiar face

And occasionally it breaks into a smile

While he looks at me.

His eyes don’t see me though

He is looking at something beyond me;

Something that draws him

And he smiles at it and is lost.

I talk to him but he doesn’t hear me.

He is hardly aware that I am in front of him

He never has anything to say

It feels like my presence pains him.

He avoids me.

He is right beside me but his soul is gone

I don’t know where to, so I can’t follow.

I pulled my red sweater tighter around me

Exhausted at groping in the dark,

Frustrated at the aimless wander

And saddened for the lost fellowship

That never was.

So I set in search of a fellowship

Don’t know what will become of us though

Will this be one more bridge crossed?

Or will it be another burned bridge?

©Naan Pocen