Rarely do I shine a torch on my guilt.
I feel sorry for not having tried harder.
Sometimes I wonder how much we drifted apart,
how close we were until I slowly broke your heart.
Alas, I did not realize it then. You forgave me many times.
Brutal it is when I text you now
"How are you? How's family?" and hear nothing back.
I want you to know and believe
that you were heard and seen,
maybe not then, but certainly right now.
I am sorry for having been a stupid cow.
If I could turn the hands of time,
I would change the lines and make us rhyme.
But all I have now is this poem on my blog,
not a conversation with two, just a monologue.
You used to come here when we were friends,
I hope you come again and know that I want to amend.
True friends are hard to find,
and I have been blind.
I am sorry that I took you for granted in the past,
I was selfish and assumed our friendship would just last.
I want you to know this fact, and hold it dear:
The friend you used to love, she is still here.