a lost friend
could very well knew
when you failed
she also failed you
but she tries
to be there
when your lies
became a burden to bear
yet with unseeing eyes
you look beyond
hear her sighs
she held her hand
but damn you
caught up in your web
never looked what's in front of you
as the tide of chances ebb,
look again,
and she's gone because you let her go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Letting go isn't always the best choice, but sometimes it's the only choice. Good write.