Things Change.

"Things change," you said
As you cradled my head
That leaked its soul
Upon your shoulder.
I cried some more,
Till my nerves were sore,
And you cradled me still
As it grew colder.
I wished I was bolder.

I spoke to you
Of broken sinews
That unweave themselves
As we grow older.
You replied with calm
You tightened your arms
And still stroked my hair
Flowing on your shoulder.
I said, "I want to be bolder."

I leaked my soul
A soul that was whole
I leaked my soul
Upon your shoulder.
Upon my soldier.
Upon your shoulder.
I can now say I'm finally bolder.