Lassle

A once-loved friend
Walks away . . .
The deafening silence
And departing back
Burn into my mind.
In confusion and pain
I run after and
Reach out to him -
But he turns and
Rips into my heart,
Slashing love.

I turned and fled,
Running blindly,
Wrapped in a fog
Of the deepest, darkest night;
The coldest, blackest heart.
The warmest, closest memories destoyed
By one small gesture.
Time heals and helps me to forgive;
The pain is almost forgotten
When he shows up
Offering apologies and his heart;
All is accepted and trust is extended again.
That's when I see the truth -
He never changed and never will.
The mask that hides my pain
Is like the one that hides his lies.


mjh

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