Lost

Lost I once lost my cat, she died She meant the world to me But I was OK to see her go Because I knew she’d been set free I once lost my favorite sweater Made by dear long gone grandmother It was a piece of her, that sweater And she couldn’t make me another But then I lost my best friend I guess I took him for granted Thinking we’d get through anything No matter the unkind words or deeds I don’t know why I did it Why I pushed him away I lay in bed each night and wonder I scold myself everyday I tried to get him back But he would not hear my words I wanted to apologize, I tried Once, twice and yet a third time I watched his entire baseball game Just to talk with him for a minute I called his name so many times Yet he pretended not to hear it I wonder how it happened That I managed to hurt his feelings so Just one night of hurtful joking with friends We teased him, we left him out, we made him go He confronted me the next day But I still felt the pleasure of power Of being in control, I enjoyed Feeling his jealousy and anger But then I opened my eyes and I saw Yes, the real damage for what it was My boat had been sunk I’d been thrown right off the page I know now that I played with fire And I have been badly burned My best friend walked away from me And I don’t think he’ll ever return Yes, I lost my cat I loved so much I never saw her again I lost my grandmother’s sweater, so dear But worst of all…I lost by best friend