Three

This is my 100th post, though most of them are hidden as of now. From just a trip to Chatt comes a poem. First poem in a long time; three friends, three problems, one poem. Of course I'm sure we can all find ourselves here on either side; either the friend with the problem or the friend seemingly helpless.
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Three by Jonathan Krueger
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I walked up to you as a friend
Who concealed the preceding hearts
The morning sought against the thought
Discoveries not meant to make
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Happiness comes and happiness goes
It follows us like the words that flow
Friendships change as the crowds that sway
Hoping for the words I wish you'd say
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I've got to give it out again
Who teaches darkroom etiquette
The evening brought against the caught
And the truth of you holding back
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Happiness goes and happiness shows
I thought you would with the words that flow
No freedoms found in crowds that sway
Hoping for the healing I wish you'd say