Demise Poem by Joyce Rugg

The closest of twins
Grown apart just as completely
Bitten by others sins
They whispered, like we couldn’t see

Like we couldn’t hear
The lies they spoke
With each rumor, the end drew near
Under attack, a part of us broke

The tiny gap
To push us apart
On the map
Of the end, the start

So close, we knew each other’s every thought
We finished what the other started
But lost the war we’d so long fought,
And I was left, broken-hearted

I can hardly stand the way I’ve changed
I believe that you have too
If we met again, best friends estranged
How would I look to you?

The animal pack dragged us under
Always a hit, never a miss
And so I have to wonder,
How would you finish this?