The lost Friendship

The chipped paint of memory, a faded fresco shows A friendship vibrantly, blooming, a tenderly, bold rose.

We were two souls entwined, sacred bonds that couldn't die.

I gave you all I had to give, I trusted my heart, my heart laying bare, my trust unwavering

each want whispered wish, each secret fear, that I offered with a prayer. 

Your wants, and your needs were a constant plea, that I met with a ready hand,

For you, my dear, I bent the knee, upon this shifting sand

Tiny sips and careless words, a misstep in the night like shadows surrounding a harsh, cold bird, that stole away the light,My fragile trust, was easily betrayed by a wound that slashed so deep, as I lay down to sleep,

 My secrets spilled, in a treacherous cascade, you spoke my truth to judging ears, with malice in your eyes, and a voice like a vipers hiss, dispelling years of sunshine and of sighs. The sting of your betrayal, a sharp, poisoned arrows flight

Swallowed my world, like a bitter carp, that gnawed upon the light

With a foolish heart and a tear upon my cheek, I forgave you, for in my soul burned a flicker of hope, when forgiveness did I seek. I saw the pain, the hurt you hid, behind a mask so cold and hoped, out of a darkness of gentler tale unfold

But something shifted, as darkness took its hold, the kindness gone, replaced with scorn, a sneer upon your face, the gentle soul, so sadly torn, was lost with this wicked race.

You bully now, you spread your spite, you revel in the pain

 I watched you change, a twisted vine, that strangles all it meets, your kind within, grows more and more din, a cruel and bitter rain, and in this sorrow I repine, the bitter taste defeats.

I long to reach you, to pull you free from this destructive tide, to show you what you used to be, to unchained the spirit hidden inside, but my outstretched hand meets empty air, in the chasm that lies between,

To my hearts despair my efforts fail, a desolate, sad scene

No other friend will ever be like the kindred soul we shared, but though you cruelly wounded me, my love, though scarred, is spared. For even now, a fragile hope, within my heart remains, that someday you will rise and cope and break these wicked chains.

I'll stand by you, through thick and thin, as shadows fill the air. Though you have changed, though you have sinned, my love, I still care. Perhaps someday, the light will gleam, and pierce the darkest night. And you will wake from this dark dean to find agin 

The light.