To the World...(A Collection of Poems)

Remembering A Friend

I look back
on
the memories we made -
and feel sad to see
that
time has faded them
into
just picture frames
and
snapshots of
what used to be.

I grew up next to you,
a team of chaos
and
dreams
and
what'd we'd do together
when we were old and gray.
Now that time has come -
but
things aren't the same;
you
probably
don't even remember
me.

I wrote you poems,
love letters
to our friendship.
You
told me back then
that you loved them,
cherished them -
but
I bet now you couldn't
remember a word,
even if
I recited the whole thing.

I am not
blameless,
my heart grew
cold
when, perhaps,
I should've
cared for you still.
Maybe things
would be
different if I had tried
somehow -

- but you
left me so easily,
a leaf blown by the wind.

I still hold the scars
from a rage
I wasn't
intending to make.
I still fear
loneliness
after all
of these years
because
you
pushed me
away,
like the monster
I knew
I was.

I wonder if you
know
how you broke me
when
you cut me away.
Do you
think
it was easy -
or do you understand
the glass
that
shattered
when
you finally
said
goodbye?

I
spoke
to you
only once
after,
when I lost
someone dear.
You
told me
that
you knew
my grief well.
I thanked you -

- but
I silently wished
for that
conversation
to end.

My actions
were
of
a robot's,
saying
and
doing
what I thought
right.
Inside, though,
I screamed
for the isolation
you
once
kept at bay.
I couldn't
take
the cordial fake.

You were,
and are now,
a stranger.
Just another person
with whom I am
distant from,
another soul
that
I close away
to
keep myself
sane.

Tragically,
I sometimes
wonder
what life
would be like
if we'd
stayed the
bond
we claimed -

- but,
like all of the
tragedies
I've read,
our memories
lead
only to what
has been:
death.