Taking Heart In Hand

I stand in a colossal pool of blood My soul being combined in with the mud. Yet another love coming to an end More hurtful to me, as she was my friend. Started with a mental lapse, and a thought Of something more- now slowly she walks away, Parting, and in her hands she holds my heart Broken, for in the dream, she did not stay. The friendship we built then, had removed doors, As a result, hearts were left - unguarded. Our union was not sacred - retarded Seems fitting for a description, for sure! And I didn’t know best friends kept secrets I didn’t think a wolf in sheep’s clothing She was. Lesson learned too late, her retreat, My fleeing- broken friendship and loathing. Now the save but every track she treads From this day to death, has a scent of me For she left my heart broken, and it bled, Bleeding to death, So I can set her free. And in the process, freeing my own mind. Even so, to me, lost friendships are hard. It is cheerless that we cannot rewind To pre-heartbreak-to the friendship we had. But, life has trials - on-going lessons, We win and lose - both curses and blessings. Looking back at my friend with heart in hand I take my stride towards being a better man. Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis