Faith of a pole and a watcher

"Hello there,
Whats your name?"
A figure infront speaks to a pole.
The pole stands still, not answering nor looking.

The figure leaves and comes back the next day,

"Hello there,
How are you?"
But the pole just stood there.

Days after days,
the figure kept on coming back
and the pole kept on being still.

Until one day,
the figure didn't come back.
The pole that once stood there,
stood there with a lonely slant to the left.

Days after days,
the pole waited with expectations,
hoping everyday the figure would return.

Everyday,
Diverse with cold and warm liquids inside,
the pole told itself
Never, never be the pole it was before
for the figure has melted what was supposed to be the still pole
into something that was swaying like the golden winds of the west.

The pole shivered at night
in lonely-ness and fear.
and
smiled a sad smile in the morning
in pain and regret.

But the pole never knew that the figure was there all along.
Behind the walls of an old building,
Looking, watching, thinking.
Far away from sight yet near by heart.
The figure felt lonely,
oh so lonely,
however the figure knew
he only had a few days till he can finally cross the road that suddenly disappeared.

The figure watched day and night,
watching the pole change, clutching his chest every time the poll slanted
45 degrees away from the ground.
Wanting to run to it and pull it back,
only being restricted by the barrier that was never there from the start.
what distance can do,
the power it holds.
The figure stares at the pole one last time before entering the new world
where he starts to make another road to his magnet,
the pole.