Accepting

The little prince inspired poem. The fox part of it.

two souls meet at the rise of the skies.

both held no familiarity,

until their gazes meet.

one greeted, the other replied.

continuing this, they converse in the light.

a string had form linking their bodies alike.

as they see each other with each rise.

they continue to enjoy each other as far to help them.

each of their end of the string glowed brighter.

one had suddenly thought,

out of every soul the other could've meet, it met him.

he vowed to help and care for his 'friend'

the other was still pre-mature of his thoughts.

one day deciding to leave without telling the other.

and so with their last meeting, he left that dead of night.

the other not knowing of his plans,

waited through rise and dead of the skies.

later on disappeared with the sands and the wind, leaving the end of string empty.

one soul decided to return, 

following the string connected to him,

only to find non but the end of the string.

he didn't considered the other's feelings,

nor told him of his leave,

thinking he wouldn't get hurt nor go missing.

Accepting something comes with a package,

pros, cons and responsibility.

Never be blind of every possibility