too much time to think

This poem is about when I Iost a friendship that was very important me.

I built my shelter in a person who always flooded, and I never realized I was always in her storm.

One day in the Fall the rain came down so hard that it washed my shelter out, and I had no place to seek refuge.

I hope to come across you one day, and have you drink it down and tell me how it tastes.

I hope your answer is bitter because now I have no place.