A poem I wrote in 2008 to my best friend in a bad time. Now recorded as spoken word for an upcoming poetry compilation.

Lyrics:

Hello, dear friend 
I write to you again. 
This time to tell you how you've been 
on and off my mind, 
like a wraith 
moving through time. 

Drifting in and out of my head, 
I stand in this nostalgic mess. 
Here I confide, 
and I must confess, 
how I curse this concealed conflict. 
I silently cry out, 
calling for you. 
Yet you continue to keep 
that clinkety clank of cups 
clashing in cheers of your 
callous comraderie... 
Congratulations.. 

Keep it to yourself though, please 
because unfortunately I can't partake. 

No, I can't partake at all. 

In what seems to be an ignorant absence 
I have found myself quite alone. 
It's sad how the arms of Loneliness have shown 
your arms to be insufficient and outgrown 
(As they reach to pull me into the steps that only the closest of friends may dance) 

So, 
Tell me. 
Where have you been? 
For a best friend should never, 
by Loneliness, 
be bested. 

This letter, 
signed in pen, 
and bound by the ties of friendship tested. 

"The end. 
A stranger, 
Your brother, 
Your friend."

theLionhearted