Authored: June 27, 2017

The shroud has fallen from my eyes
I no longer can hope for friendship if one cannot show it
Within supplication and defeat I truly found myself
I let you go and bade you well
What we shared once was no more.

We were no longer lovers or acquaintances or friends
You had moved on
So, I separated things more simply
There was no argument from you.

You blamed me
Said it was my choice
And in a part, it was, but another part it was not
You chose not to find my friendship
Letting it go.

The past becomes a canvass
One that we have no part over
Movement carries the pathway....