That Which is Lost

Has to be found-

I feel like I lost you, in fact, I know I did.

I don't see an end this separation, but I can guess where it began.

We were best friends, but that was when we were kids

last time I'd check you still were when I moved away

Four years later and you're all grown up they say.

To me you were and are always my niece; not that much younger than me,

but if any one ask naturally the response is spoken factually; my title is auntie.

Don't know where it went wrong, I just know that we need to make it right,

what's right is this fight for a twisted conversation

from the root of a connection to someone in which you have more than deep affection

but their intentions seem to be all too familiar

to the lovers of the jaded and broken girls we said we would never be.

We had plans to grow into women, you and me.

I see you're a mama now and it makes my heart smile.

Will my great niece and nephew know me?

If life allows me the time of course it's on my list of things to do

before I bid this world good-bye.

No fire hot enough, no water too high can keep me from doing it.

I still love you even if you don't know it.

In time I know I'll be able to show it.