Wrote a poem for an old friend who died young. We never reconciled. |
Farewell fair-weather friend The years we had together Live safely in my heart The letters we exchanged The words we spoke in turn And all the secret things We would say We met so many years ago We were new to the world We had our secret meeting place A tree so warm it nurtured us We’d meet there every day to talk About the things that children do That’s how I think of you Even though you tortured me Countless times you bled me out Knowing fully that I’d never Do the same to you I tried so hard to understand The differences between us To understand how on one day You’d be my closest friend And then on another day You wouldn't even say my name How can I miss you like I do When you betrayed me countless times How could you act so righteously Looking with disdain on those Who dared to have a different mind How could you play the victim And the culprit all at once Why did I give you all my heart Just to see you tear it up When you felt it right They say not to speak ill of the dead But I’ve not got much nice to say I miss you and regret you So hear me one last time; God bless you and forgive you. This is my final goodbye. |