Silence
I still don't understand.
It made me sad,
and somehow mad,
as a kind of kind thought gift,
revealed a shift,
and cut the bond.
What did you want?
After years of mockery,
fun and chat, no chivalry,
parting, talking, flattery,
battling and philosophy,
you provoked a freaking end,
by spending so much on a friend,
expecting it the way you wish,
denying what it would unleash,
to yourself when it did not,
hating the echo from your shot.
I can't say where you then went,
it is hard to understand.
Goodbye my friend,
the message send,
I'm missing us still anyway,
can't find myself restore the day,
even just to simply ask,
is too much yet of a task,
and besides the words you said,
silence counts as good as dead.
Goodbye my friend,
can't say I want to understand,
these dead end.