I woke up this morning and my first thought was of you.
But we're done.
It is hard enough to end a loving relationship although that's not what we had.
Yes, once we shared an orchestra of sweetness.
But of late, we seethed of anger and shame.
I've cut loose my best friend.
Yet best friends do not hurt each other with words nor punches.
So I guess I've only lost a memory of music that we had.
I wish for you to dance in the rain again,
with some other fool.
My only wish is that I have learned the difference
between forgiveness and blame.