Ailment Poem by Pete Rivera

Once
You were close to my heart
So close
I thought we would never be apart

What were you thinking?
Did I do something wrong?
I must have done something
Because I haven't heard from you, in so long

I see now
That our friendship was a lie
Like a feeble infant child
Ready to curl up and die

The concept is pain
I swore I wouldn't shed a tear
Even though I lost something
I lost very dear

You are an ailment to my soul
I frown whenever I see you
Yet we were so close
There was nothing I could do