The Things I'd Like to Ask.

The solitude of summer has left me with a hunger for answers. There are questions that disrupt my day. Questions of the future, clarification of the past. I just need a grasp what is going on. A breeze to calm my storm. What am I to you? The distance you put between us sways like spring. The moment you think we're to close, you push away. The times when I'm walking away, you pull me back. When I want to talk, your door is closed, but when I'm alone, you reach to me. When this spring stops oscillating, where will I be? Close, a friend, an acquaintance, far, a stranger. Better yet, where do you want me to be? I can't but help to think that our in fluctuating friendship, you only stand by me part of the time. So, will you be standing by me when I need you?