a change of poems

I had a poem for yesterday
born of stress
feeling alone, almost abandoned by friends.
Today my stress is greater, closer even
but I am at peace.

I reached out for my friends today
asking for help.
And now it is hard
not to cry
overwhelmed by the quick response
like a tidal wave of love.

The reminder is humbling
and makes me wish I could hold
each friend close
that they knew
each of them is more special
than they have made me feel,
that they knew
how much I love them.

Yesterday

I saw you yesterday
but I didn't say a word,
didn't move to greet you.
Any other day I would have,
but not yesterday.

You've never really seen me in a dark mood
and not even your presence
could have broken me free from it,
not yesterday.
Yet had you approached me,
I would have gladly let you try,
and secretly wished you had.

It sounds odd I am sure.
When I could use your warmth, kindness the most
I don't turn to you
and hold it to myself.
I am too accustomed
to other friends
who shunned me when I turned to them
and not even my trust in you
has broken me from that yet.

So yesterday,
I didn't speak, didn't move to greet,
although I clearly saw you.