My Writing "Dawn of Ashes" By Ben Goode 2017 (c)

You knew that I had come to the lowest point. Apologizing so many times, that I felt like a beggar.
I admit I had pushed your friendship away more than once.
Perhaps in hopes you'd understand my pain.
That you'd know I was protecting you from being involved in the inner turmoil I felt.
Just wanting you at arms length until I felt better about myself.
But you took it all the wrong way. Perhaps hurt inside yourself.
Feeling abandoned.
And I guess I should have expected as much.
I wanted you back, but I had spent all the forgiveness you were prepared to offer.
I had no redemption in your eyes. I stopped trying.
And you were gone, leaving me with everlasting regret.
I tried to forget, but instead I found myself writing this letter you'll never read.
But at least I can conclude, and post this, knowing, that I did what I could.
I had given up my pride to say I was sorry. But unfriended, so simply.
The fires of your scorn, left me in a dawn of ashes. And a twilight of raven darkness.
Standing in a cemetery of countless broken friendships.
Here lies another misunderstanding. But I leave no flowers anymore.