Betrayal

To a past friend,

The art of treachery, produced by finesse.

You think you know a person, but it’s all just a guess.

A moment in time when all is fine.

Then all of a sudden you are given a sign.

A sign of which you have no expectations

because it comes from an event of such devastation.

The people you rely on to lead the way,

renounce with no remorse which leaves you to say:

What have I done?

What did I say?

Is it my fault that you are gone?

Did I chase you away?

I thought we were fine, but off you went,

looking for others who could fortify you after a little dissent.

So much time thrown away

with nothing but guilt left to stay.

In the end who’s at fault?

The one who accused and refused to lose,

or the one that was blamed and never left the same?