Fate
Do I blame fate or do I blame you?
Or do I blame either instead of myself?
Could there have been a time and a life for us?
Or did I destroy that in my vain attempt to wish my own death?
But did I by attempting the wish actually succeed?
I never knew why you loved me,
And I understood even less why you stopped.
Did I change that much or did you?
When will the pain of needing your love
and friendship stop?
Or will it ever?
No one can hurt you more than the one you love.
My very best friend.
Will I ever love again?
And will I ever know a better friend?
Or will this emptiness be both my life---
and my death?
This poem was chosen
to be read at my father's funeral. It was then when I first realized how
hurt and distraught he was over the breakup with my mother, and his life
in general.
This poem is my father's
property, please do not use this without my consent.
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