A Letter To A Friend Poem by LoKis White

Dear friend

It has been a minute since we last spoke to each other.
The anger I felt I thought why I shouldn't even bother.
Yet I feel the obligation because of the history we share.
No the love, the feeling of affection, yes the love of the yester year.
So I am writing you today my friend not to criticize, lay blame, or to put you down.
As a couple the plain was to keep our heads above water so we wouldn't drown.
It didn't work. I thought when you need me I had your back.
I guess I didn't. Isn't this the reason I am living in darkness pitch black.
Maybe I had your back but you just didn't have mine?
Maybe because of our different culture our mixture couldn't combine?
Maybe you were always right? I bet misery does love its guest.
The agony was there for years feeling the pain like bad heart in our chest.
Trying to pumping blood to our brain yet for some reason it couldn't.
No. Its cancers eat away at use we thought we were young so it shouldn't.
But the misery didn't care how strong our heart was or good we felt.
We were dumb; we brought an iceberg to the equator and didn't believe it would melt.
I thought the cancer was you; you thought the cancer was me.
It was right before our eyes but we both were to anger to open our eyes and see.
The parasite fed on the love we had; it promise there were better things out there.
I wanted physical things for our family; all you wanted was someone to show he care.
It showed you how much life should be fun.
It told me without hard work nothing could be done.
I hope you now see what I called the plague.
They will wait until you are happy and then come to raid.
This enemy told us what we want to hear. At least it told me.
The way you were acting isn't the way a wife should be.
And from what I can tell it told you need someone else.
I can't change the past I can only make a new future for myself.
The hardest thing for me is to know someone else is lying next to you.
I must deal with it because there is not I can do.
You moved on so must I even though it cut like a knife.
I let you go if come back then you must have meant to be my wife.
I know I may not get an answer to this letter it's good and done.
To my friend my forever love
From Itama's last son.