Closest

Those closest to you

those nearest to your core

are often the first to leave

when life gets sore.

A little trust, a little faith is

all I seek when my ship is shaky

But your doubts never cease

and you leave like the passing breeze.

I crave for your comfort,

for you to hold me at my weakest.

But you shrug your arm away

And I am left to find my own way.

It makes me stronger, true -

having to find myself though the blues.

But I wish you hadn't left,

hadn't left me all confused and bereft.