End of a Companionship

I'm afraid this companionship has reached an end
between me and my special so-called "friend."
I can't believe you or your sketchy ways,
your even shadier explanation for your delays.

It's a shame to see my friend of three years
become a danger, total stranger, the worst of all fears.
I should be angry, disappointed, upset, and ashamed,
but I wonder if, still, I'm the one to be blamed.

You could say it's my fault;
I made her run away, I can't complain,
But who am I to say she wouldn't run anyway?

I can't say I was oblivious, it was obvious.
The truth is, I've been in denial.
I'm not naive or incomplete, I refused to believe.
My heart couldn't handle it and so my brain took leave!

My hand's reaction is most loyal
to bow-- salute to every royal.
I've got compassion for disasters,
she's got a profession duplicating pastors.
She had my answers,
though, my questions-- insignificant.
Her only reaction seemed indifferent.