Why we don’t talk anymore
My silence speaks volumes, by the things I will not say,
For it takes a lot, to rattle my cage,
While your actions spoke loudly, on that very day,
You not caring, hoping, wanting to see my outrage,
It never occurred to you, that I could feel,
Silently trying to help, in any which way I could,
A lifetime of being there, helping to heal,
Came to you running, as you knew I would,
Sorting out those issues, whether right or wrong,
Put myself at risk, took many a fight for you,
And fought on, no matter how hard or long,
Realising too late, only one of us was true,
When will we be ready, to speak of how things were,
Will there be a time, where we will sit again as friend,
When you think of me. Do you wish that I was there?
Perhaps, I’m of no further use, your glad we have this end,
In any case, regardless of, whatever fight we had,
Remember, it was you who felt the need to call upon me,
And for life’s part and mine in it, I am glad,
Whenever I needed help, there was no one there to see,
Will we ever speak again, who knows?
All wounds will heal in good time,
Yet my resolve is standing fast, it shows,
Without you my life, is just fine,
I am glad I was of help, when you were in need,
Although our reasons for it, were different at best,
Us not speaking now, I hope you are freed,
Too much time gone by, silence now my only test,
My phone is ever silent now, my door hears no knock nor
chime,
I’m of little use somehow, issues no more made mine,
I was always there, I lent that hand,
Who for me? would make things, so grand?
