Maybe it's getting better...

As I walk through the valley,

Of the simmering rain.

I look around me,

Noticing I’ve lost you again.

Throughout this walk,

So focused upon pain.

I didn’t recognise,

This ever growing stain.

I could try and go on,

With naivety to fain.

I could walk to the station,

And catch the next train.

A train far away,

From this torturous pain.

But that would not even,

End up to my gain.

I would lose you forever,

And end up insane.

I’d add to the torrential,

Flow of the rain.

You would be the one wondering,

Mind shimmered with pain.

And I’d know that the fault,

Is my own once again.

So I wrote this poem  bit ago, when I was having a tough time dealing with a situation I had at hand.
I didn't want to lose you, or what we had.
I didn't like what was happening and the feeling that I'd never have you there how you used to be again.
I felt like I'd done this, which I had, and pushed you away and moved my pain onto you without you knowing why I'd done anything.
I felt as though fixing things was a completely lost cause and our friendship was utterly fucked.
But lately things have been more like they used to be.
We've spoken more and I can slowly feel that trust and relationship building back up.
I think now, not as I did when I wrote this, but as I do; that we can get back to where we were and fix this, and I can be there for you and you for me, that (I think) we know the boundaries of telling things and breaking the edge of that line.
I feel we will get past this mishap :)
Which I am very grateful for, I missed you.
Love you, glad to have you back :)