VI

This spot belongs to you,
and to you alone.

A letter written to my oldest friend,
the one who was there before all else.
I never truly realized I was never alone,
Until now.

This is my formal apology.

Written the only way I know how,
Addressed to someone who
I'm not sure will even read it.

You were always there,
Watching and guiding
and I took it all for granted.

I mistreated you,
thanks to the misguidings
of those around me.
You never once had a selfish bone
In your body.

But I wish you did.
A silent friend who suffered,
Just to see me happy.
For once I wish you would think
Of yourself.

You are weighed down by an
unimaginably painful melancholy,
And I take the blame for it.

This is my letter to you;
A plead that for once
You will do what makes you happy.

I apologize fot the pain I caused,
And the animosity I slung your way
In the past.

A letter to my oldest friend,
Sent out on raven wings
guided by the hope that you learn
to forgive yourself
before me.

So here is a token of love,
A charm of Sodalite to drop in the ocean
and start a ripple of change.

-Lysa