Graveyard of Friendship Lost

Aye, I must lay these fallen soldiers to rest

After a failed seize in the graveyard of friendship lost

Forgiveness a choice unchosen by most

Relenting yesterdays woes unto the morrow

Condemning our now former unity

Banishing me back to the outskirts

Maybe we won’t watch the sunrise or set with another again

At least my eyes have each other to see

Dreams of ghosts gathered in my childhood friends bedroom

Her being one of them

My middle finger doing all the talking

Pained by the choice of abandonment rather than commitment to remedy and salvage

the wounds of offense which I did not intend to scratch

Luckily with all my time on the outskirts I’ve built myself a kingdom

I roamed the valleys, swam the seas

Painted clouds and trees

Returned to the earth and found a comfort beyond any companionship

Most of which lay in the graveyard of friendship lost