The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward

I told a man I loved him.
He did not say the same.
There were no accusations,
No passing off of blame.

Despite his faults and failures,
Despite his secret sin,
I promised to be with him,
And love what was within.

I shed no tears of sorrow,
Of bitterness, or pain.
I wept for his condition:
The strength he can’t sustain.

His shame he keeps in secret,
And there his shame shall stay,
Until he learns to let God work
And take this weight away

I told him of our friendship
And spoke of yesterdays;
Of how our hearts were broken
And fractured different ways.

His words had cut me deeply.
I’d turned away and fled.
Confusion welled within me,
And my bruised heart had bled.

“Enough” I should have told him
A long, long time ago.
If I was a good friend to him,
Right now, it didn’t show.

I mustered up my courage.
I said “We need to talk.”
My legs, they shook so badly
That I could barely walk.

His shoulders stooped from weariness.
I saw his countenance fall.
It hurt to see how sad he was
When our friendship hit the wall.

I watched him walk away that night
Not knowing what to do,
Thoughts weighing heavy on his heart
And tearing it in two.

I told him that I loved him,
And it’s still true today.
He’s always been my closest friend
And will remain always.

(Written by ~yours truly)