I thought that I had lost you
My closest, dearest friend.
I let my fear consume me.
And it to anger turned.
As the bitterness invaded
I saw how selfish I had been.
Saw the pain that I was causing
For my own self-centered gain.
I began to look at others
Saw what really had occurred.
I had never really lost you;
The path had merely curved.
In a direction unexpected
To a destination unknown.
I'd let my fear consume me,
Had struck you time and again,
Thinking I had earned this "revenge."
You had not tried to hurt me,
But I was convinced you had.
With blow after blow I struck you,
Waiting for a satisfaction
That would never come.
And now I stand here,
Out of breath
With no will left to fight.
And I see you, standing there,
Barely shaken, hardly moved
Yet hurting, just as I.