What happens when a close friend
falls off the face of your life
because of something you did?
And you know what you did was right,
was the best for them,
was what they needed in a harsh and uncaring world...
but will it do more damage than good?
And how am I to know if I never see this friend again?
Will I, now that all ties have been broken,
fragile ropes snapped while I looked away,
and now the very foundation
under which our friendship lived has collapsed,
leaving me shuffling under an empty and un-inviting tarp
for nothing more than a shadow,
lost in the darkness of this world.
But I am determined to find a powerful flashlight
so I might search every black crevice,
every silent alley, if only to know that I did not send you
careening through an ever narrowing tunnel of despair,
that I did not destroy your life with one swift gesture
that was done out of love, but was only a fleeting dove,
a message that flew over everyone's heads,
leaving you in the dust and debris,
battered and bruised by a false guard
stationed in the jail disguised as your sanctuary.
Yet, what more could fairness ask of me?
Could I simply ignore these cries for safety, for hope,
for a brighter candle to hold out in front of you as the days went on,
rather than that wet wick that would always refuse to light?
No, that is not my way, not the path I have chosen.
But I did not mean to choose your path for you,
and I pray you'll forgive me for that,
for the deed has been done, and there's no going back
down the abandoned streets of our departed days.
I just need your promise that you don't allow yourself
to be trapped down one of those boulevards of bygones;
if only you could.
falls off the face of your life
because of something you did?
And you know what you did was right,
was the best for them,
was what they needed in a harsh and uncaring world...
but will it do more damage than good?
And how am I to know if I never see this friend again?
Will I, now that all ties have been broken,
fragile ropes snapped while I looked away,
and now the very foundation
under which our friendship lived has collapsed,
leaving me shuffling under an empty and un-inviting tarp
for nothing more than a shadow,
lost in the darkness of this world.
But I am determined to find a powerful flashlight
so I might search every black crevice,
every silent alley, if only to know that I did not send you
careening through an ever narrowing tunnel of despair,
that I did not destroy your life with one swift gesture
that was done out of love, but was only a fleeting dove,
a message that flew over everyone's heads,
leaving you in the dust and debris,
battered and bruised by a false guard
stationed in the jail disguised as your sanctuary.
Yet, what more could fairness ask of me?
Could I simply ignore these cries for safety, for hope,
for a brighter candle to hold out in front of you as the days went on,
rather than that wet wick that would always refuse to light?
No, that is not my way, not the path I have chosen.
But I did not mean to choose your path for you,
and I pray you'll forgive me for that,
for the deed has been done, and there's no going back
down the abandoned streets of our departed days.
I just need your promise that you don't allow yourself
to be trapped down one of those boulevards of bygones;
if only you could.
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