I’m so sorry for your losses, but I’m not the one who broke you.
Yes, I fell…when already fallen, for your kindness and will to listen, and this you know to be true.
I don’t place blame for the choices I made, nor will lie and call you bad.
I gravitated towards your light, when my world was dark and sad.
Now looking back, I see your trouble, and I am sorry I imposed.
But I will not play victim or victor…..and that is just the way it goes.
How many times I have said sorry, it was never enough for your tired heart.
Forgiveness is not just another trend, it is like a rare piece of art.
It is borderline insult to be labled, as another bad lesson learned,
And slightly frustrating to look past your mess, yet, see the stars you’ve earned.
I am not perfect…when did you discover?
Was it when I confided in you with my life?
Or the moment when emotions got the best of me, and you decided I was causing you more strife?
All questions rhetorical, I really do get it,
It is hard being a friend,
when your world is also shaken up, and you want to begin again.
I know I made you weary, and that was never my task….
I know your strong, but perhaps that strength was just a little masked.
I shake my head, because I should have been a better friend.
Perhaps I would not have seen that road come to a sudden end.
Though I met you with great purpose and I do have some regrets,
None lie in who you are,
Just vulnerability that should have been kept….
Safely in the hands of God,
While under His tutelage I hid….
While safely recovering from my own broken heart,
And not placing far fetched bids.
I read between your lines and I respect that I’m a “lesson”,
But this lesson…regardless…called by God,
is a great Blessing.
Good lesson learned.