Losing a Friend

Losing a friend is truly the worst that’s happened to me yet, especially when I see your face and voice filled with regret. A face I hoped to see each day, always in your smiling way. A voice I’d know in any crowd, no matter be it soft or loud. I could see it in you if somehow you caught a break, the person deep inside of you instead of just the snake. If someone just believed in you in any circumstance, maybe you’d believe it too and gave yourself a chance. I think you knew early on that I could see your game, masterfully playing your role without an ounce of shame. The times we shared when lies were spared I honestly thought true, I saw something special past the bullsh** part of you. Something different drew me in, I knew you from the start, but foolishly I convinced me you wouldn’t break my heart. I grew blind while wined and dined awed by your snake charm, but I thought I was special, so why should I fear harm? I knew you were capable of doing such a thing, but I didn’t think that I would ever be the one you’d sting. Then one day you turned away because the time had come to pay, a promise made in trust as friends would drag us to a bitter end. My friend if you could just believe the image you project, aground of morals, confident pride and integrity to protect. Instead you hide, still terrified, that you just might succeed to be the one your biggest fan believes you still can be. Though I’m still in disbelief, lost inside a grayish grief, my dignity would win the day through strength and courage to walk away. Despite the pain there’s still some things I know I won’t forget, ‘cause losing a friend is truly the worst that’s happened to me yet. ~Jeannie Cronin