SUCH SWEET SORROW

SUCH SWEET SORROW
By
Sandra Osborne

I have freed my mind from your hold forever
Deleted every word, every image, immediately
Have shredded your promises of friendship forever
Seen through the ambiguity and prevarication recently.
We’ve been at such odds, it’s not even funny
You cannot be pal or a likely close buddy
You’ve weakened and wavered on any close tie
And this from a man who “cannot tell a lie”.

You say you’re a friend and a “fan”
Of mine, Then answer me this if you can
What kind of a man are you?
For you hate us falling out and count each day we’re apart
Yet it never stopped you from breaking your “bestest” friend’s heart?

Lately, I have had reason to
Think back to a more meaningful you
To examine with dispassion and serious thought
Where and what went wrong, and where I ought
To have believed you less, or not at all. Then
I would not so annoyed be with you.

We got along like a “house on fire” splendidly
And now just as fast and vigorously
Binned your mail; every thought of you duly banned
Your jokes enfeebled, your laughter canned.
Obliterated all residue feelings for you
This change in me has been long overdue.

If missing you breaks me down in grief
I’ll remember you shook my belief
In you. I will not reach for the nearest handkerchief
Instead with sweet revenge will cut
You out of my life, my heart. This rut
Where you keep saying, “Not many minutes go by
Where I don’t think about you”.
Saying things doesn’t mean they’re true
It’s your actions that define you
I think you need to connect with your words, don’t you?
Enlightenment comes with an interesting price
That I have paid. When your date with destiny
Arrives, your epiphany might be the exact same price.

Blame not your weak human heart but to this your ears bend
I pity you my unprincipled ‘friend’.
You throw your words about like a farmer scatters seeds
Except words are just lavish talk and not good deeds.
Why be like a man who dies a thousand deaths before he lives?
Why follow in the footsteps of the betrayer in the Garden of Olives?
Ere I depart with a steely gaze and an icy heart
Attend closely on your part
It does behoove you to ponder upon your flip flop errant ways
Else self torment and gloom could shorten your days.
As you are wise you’ll know
That’s sincere advice
As always.

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