Things Left Unsaid

[xii] | guilt

When things started everything was perfect, 

All those laughter, those loving smile,

Those little secrets that we kept between us

Those happy memories that we shared...

All those will be and is missed. 

Slowly we drifted apart, 

We hardly spoke, hardly smiled,

You were friends with another as was I.

Things would have been different, 

Had I known it was going to happen, 

I would have done something - anything - to have prevented this...

But me being me... I had not.

Now we are not as close as we had been,

My personality at the start soon began to fade,

Leaving a hallow shell of who I used to be.

The spark, the knowledge of what made me, well, me

Had all but disappeared and vanished in the air,

Never to return, even after begging the Lord to let me be me once again.

I don't know who I am anymore, 

And I'm certain that you don't either...

I don't blame you, my dear friend, if I could go back in the past

I would change it so,

I'm sorry. 

Nothing will ever take away this guilt in me.