When times are rough,
And you need to be tough,
You try seeking for help,
Because without it you’ll collapse.
Help in the form a person is what you really need,
Someone who would listen and actually heed.
But then you realise, the ones who promised their loyalty,
Turn out to be the ones with their own royalty.
You realise the ones you never thought you would miss,
Are the ones who help you in your crisis.
You realise how much you actually miss their presence,
And the way they did things with their own essence.
Things that were once a norm or irritating,
Are now the missing link.
I guess your difficult times show you your real angels.