On Losing A Friend.

You who used to be a dear friend-

a trusted companion-

a person who would always lend

an ear or a mouthful of compassion,

our friendship has come to a sudden end.

What have I done?

Have I sinned against you?

My head's a-spun.

I've got no clue

why your wrath has come.

I'm a human with shortcomings.

You can't expect absolute perfection

from me or anyone else of liking.

But I'm not deserving of this condemnation

for good is all I've been doing.

Why do you wish pain and destruction

for me, your friend?

I have treated you with the highest of admiration,

yet you simply desire my end?

Must you be filled with such hellish intention?!

What has caused you to change like this?

Could it be that I never knew you?

My thoughts-I dismiss-

wraps itself around the unavoidable truth.

My life, forever amiss.

I have only begun to grow weary

of the water that drips

an abundance of sorrows.

My parched lips barely manages a sip-

I'm drowning.

Wrapping myself in a tightly-fitted cast,

I wonder why we became a wasteland.

I've always thought that we would last;

you were the greatest friend I ever had,

but it's time to walk away from the past.

Your presence may no longer be here,

but the sweetest of memories I hold dear.