WHEN FRIENDSHIP DIES
There's a bitterness born when friendship dies,
It hangs heavy in the air.
Perfuming, (with dust of days long past),
A looming of despair.
Memory hangs in closets of gloom,
Stubbornness stains the floor.
As time of change sweeps clean the room
That we once shared before.
Moldering curtains, dark and dampened,
Cry for release of light.
To smell the freshness of sunshine
Opened to the morning, bright.
The seeds of hate disintegrating
Beneath her honest gaze.
Seeing how we've held each other back,
We find our separate ways.
Letting go persistent selfishness,
Where love never played part.
Your friends have called as mine have too,
For answer of the heart.
New life anticipates you and I
Upon paths beyond loss.
For who's to say if Destiny
May hold these paths to cross?
I do not say goodbye to you,
Nor to your memory.
I will hold them as I held you,
In highest reverie.
Yet without clear perspective
We've become nothing mere more
Than beasts striking at each other
In never ending games of war.
So let us flee while we still may,
With our dusty closets of trinket treasures.
Leave me to mine, I leave you to yours
That they may always be our pleasures.
Do not mourn the idea, nor the dream,
For everything you dared once cherish
Remains the same, unmarred by change,
By new light never to perish.