Nothing

You smiled to me,
And I found peace.

You cried at my shoulder,
And I found peace.

You yelled at me,
And I found peace.

All because I felt needed,
Worth something.

Now I am not needed,
Worth nothing.

You turned your back at me and walked away,
And I found.... nothing.

[This is not a poem written for a lost love, but for at lost friend.. that kind of friend whom we can search our whole life after without ever finding him/her... I found her and I lost her... ]

(C) Camilla Hansen