To My Friend

I'm not the first to feel the cold
Of what you call your gentle breeze...

I've seen you blow others out of your life
And then flee the wreckage of the storm...
Secure in your safety and only
Technically compassionate
For the lives left behind...

You think that Love is about whatever man is in your bed
Yet I Loved you, truly and as best I could...
That doesn't stop for me...
This was not intended to be a disposable friendship...

Unlike the men you dance between
I believe in you when we communicate eye to eye...
I have been touched by your true nature...
I have heard you cry out look more deeply into me!
And I have done just that...

Then
Within a week you called me a best friend and
Left my life forever...

Now I look around myself and all I see is loneliness.
You might be the only one who knows
The depth of my sadness...
The only one I could talk to about how close I am right now
To my demons...
And how badly they want to hurt me...
Are hurting me...

I feel I'm dying in this moment and sincerely wish to know
That you still care...