Finality Poem by T.. Veronica

I don’t know
How I lost you.
Yet one thing remains certain;
You are gone.

Someone who knew me,
Has diseased me.
Blaming me;
For all that has been done.

I never once lost sight
of what was important.
It was you-
Who went blind.

I never claimed I was higher-
All I wanted, was for you to understand.
Understand, what is was we were fighting for,
And what is was, we let slip away.

It was never about him,
It was about the respect
And loyalty,
That was so easily destroyed.

It is then we are left utterly helpless
And all that is left-
Are memories of what was.
And the reality of what is.

Some people never know,
The meaning of true loss.

Until they have lost a friend.